In your silence I begin to unravel
In your absence I build stories from charred matchsticks
And applaud myself for guarding my heart the increment that I did
And berate myself for not concealing it altogether
Then laugh at my silly self when time reveals nothing actually changed
Save the fabric of my imagination
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