Dizzy Absence

At first it was straight
down the dark path,
Shoes coated with mud
only the moon could see.

Then it was falling through
stiff door, into a hall of sorts,
Socks off on the changing
bed turned sofa, holding
onto a salted flood.

The waves stopped when
wrapped around glass
with a deep breath,
Replaced by dizzy absence.

But there was another,
That unspoken shoulder
who always did.

dizzy absence

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