I don’t suffer fools gladly
and I think that’s why I don’t like me anymore.
I search for you in the margins
and find your footprints in the sand;
defying the soft wash of the tide
as it lazies itself to the shore.
There is permanence in your absence.
I have toothache in my heart,
it is throbbing away and I can’t stand the pain.
I miss you.
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