Cold Waters

This face has changed.

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One of life’s lost phases

in the form of a

fading scar.

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An entirely new form to view,

not as favourable as

the one that you loved.

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And I can feel your lack of interest

from two hundred miles away.

A forever tense silence.

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My throat burned for six weeks

from holding messages for you,

but you extinguished the flame

after absorbing its warmth.

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Now once again, I’m a shivering schoolboy

searching desperately for solace and comfort.

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I wake up with stomach pain, clinging to sweat-covered bedsheets

praying for a moment to catch my breath.

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Held tightly beneath the weight of waiting,

I sink into those cold waters

again.