these tortured bakers hands

its those moments

you know,

that unsettled

haunted

terrible feeling –

that youve come too close

to that place –

where youve loved

– and lost

and breathed your last breath

cause it seems

she took it with her

when she went.

so i say so,

so quietly

that it barely escapes

– i miss you so much

– i just feel

d r o w n e d

.

and i feel my heart clench

and i feel my soul gasp

but then,

i know

that i

can still breathe

but im unsure

what

comes

next –

what comes,

after

that

haunted

b r e a t h .

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