empty
it began with chili by t
the tears filled and threatened to spill
the stab of realization
yes you would have enjoyed the flavor
unreleased
that punch in the gut void
the floundering of the undescribable
yes you are unreplaceable
on the cusp
i crave your presence
you surround me daily
aching in my soul
need is real
yearning
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