With no face
to speak of, you stare at me coldly.
Your height is emblematic of a lost love. And
the darkness of your silhouette cast
in the interruptions of my fever dreams rightfully haunts
in fear.
You haunt me in the daytime, too.
Faceless
and in your stillness,
you become a void for all the love I have invested. I know
I must've hurt you if I
am so aware of your humanity.
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