Nothing, there are no words for you to use
that are long enough to cover the ache
that is extended over to you like an arm;
you feel the breath rising and falling
on the other end of the phone
unable to bridge the distance
that is shortly compact with things
you never wished upon
a lonely hour, half-baked cakes, torn out photos
what do you tell someone who is heartbroken?
you say nothing, really
just wait for the lull that happens gradually
in between the wails of memory and reality.
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