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[__prelude]

the gaps of silence
pauses in conversation
distance between your skin
          and mine.

these cracks
these hairline fractures
noticed and unnoticed
            mended and unmended
held together with glue and fingers.

you suspect that i have broken, too.
but you are wrong.

i have twisted my hands through
these spaces
slipping
         gripping
              grasping
nothing.

you suspect that i am still scrambling.
but you are wrong.

it has gone.

unforgotten
                        and forgotten.