Your words surge over my senses
and I drown in their meaning.
Thick black clouds writhe like bulldog's fury
and streak across the sky.
Only a single solid bark
escapes before I am
overtaken.
Only evil haunts as dark
as I am tormented with visions of you
and days pass under a sea of crows
beating their wings in concert, hovering
like an alfred hitchcock movie.
Then the echoes
of my name and the palm of your hand
destroy me
back to reality.
It had not been days, nor more than a minute -
and I can't fight the tears I'd held for years.
No, you are not dead...
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