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Laconic Heart
Nov 22, 2020
A poem about a dying romance
Alive but barely audible
The steady pulse keeps us apart,
No answer comes back when I call
From your laconic heart.
In days we’ve long since left behind
Your spark made my world whole,
I seek but all I lately find
Is your apathetic soul.
Even what comes from above
Eventually dies,
There is no ember of our love
In your impassive eyes.
Your body is like fallen snow
Cold against my skin,
Everything about me knows
This is how the end begins.
