Space as Cushions

sometimes i feel
cradled by the space between us
cushioning my thoughts
distancing the shards of words
that we would spit at each other
and i can feel warm
when i am the coldest
because reality is far away
and ever distancing itself from me
but my dream world here
is broken
because it knows what it is missing
in the moments i remember this
it rips me in two
replacing the perception
of plushness
with tattered frays of lies
and more importantly
denial of self
denial that i still hopelessly miss you

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