essence is at ease


I debated telling you this:
if I have a choice,
I want to die in my sleep.

That’s the problem with paper letters.
You never got this message.

I waited for you to tell me everything was going to be ok
that you had found a place where darkness met silence
a purpose to want, a way to find the deepest peace.

Defined by absent space
cracks found between nightly bodies
our touch unspoken conversations
marks and manifestos of eternal devotion.

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