in the spaces we conscientiously place between us
unspoken longing lingers still.
i
do not believe in hope, so
say nothing.
you've heard it before.
what i do is disengage
a little more every time i see you
i wrench my body away
in degrees.
soon i'll be separately self-contained,
restrained
from acting as if
my desires
in any way
coincide with reality.
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