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Obsidian on my windowsill

Has the paint around your seat been bleached?

I got lost watching the days bleed.

Obsidian

He sent you back with me

A fragment of what should have been,

One of the things I get to keep

Life without you is a tiny room

With no doors and one window,

Lit by slivers of the moon

Not enough light for life to grow.

Obsidian hanging from the beams,

Dangling just out of reach.

Walls papered with memories,

They ring with your words

But never your speech.

Born in fire, touched by dirt.

Cooled and calloused by the earth.

Now you sit before me

Tell me, do you feel free?

Live with liars, suffer hurt

Every day since fucking birth

Please tell me you found peace.

Please tell me you feel free.

Like a collapsed star

You live on in the motion of those who saw you light up the sky.

Lately days have been passing me by

Stuck in the shadows of my mind running from goodbye

You shouldn't have died alone

So far from those you know

I'm trying to carry on

But now you're gone,

And I am sick like you are sick