between the steel walls and concrete fences propped around the periphery of my hummingbird heart

there is no space for the weight of your name

no cracks for the light of your eyes to leak through and colour me

blue

no breadth for the deep chords of your voice to play across my head in endless loops

but somewhere between the grey of everyday someone else laughs and his eyes crinkle just like the creased edges of paper cranes and

familiarity

another passes me by and the air that cuts across my cheekbones stings with that same stifling scent of

familiarity

there is no room in any part of me for any part of you that walked away,

but somehow the dull ache that throbs at the base of my throat every morning still tastes a lot like something i've once felt beneath my own skin.

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