The twilight zone

My grief coexists in the twilight zone 

Somewhere where contradictions meld together 

I live in the twilight zone 

Where I both miss you extraordinarily 

And crave the moment the you in my poetry becomes something else 

Where you are no longer you, but the him in all my metaphors.

Somehow I straddle the past, what I wish was 

Along with the future, what I hope may be

And in between the two is the multiverse where those two moments meet.


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