Its Not Love

Its not love
my mind denies it whilst
my thoughts lie caught
in absentminded dreams
of her smiles past
its not, it can’t be
each wish a dish full of
a mishmash of desires unsatisfied
and hunger unfulfilled
the ache in my stomach is just
the caffeine that keeps me
up at this ungodly hour
this stanza just a stanza
just a scribble in the night.
denied her face
denied her force
denied her heart
separated, divorced apart from one another
and yet without her touch it feels
like only I feel the loss crosshatched
in the shadows just
I and old scratch at the crossroads
these lines of loss, love and life
just a scribble in the night

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