Nothing has changed

A dead tusk of a love
When you touch it
you feel just meat
from their beautiful body.
So crying isn’t it.
Music with a face.
Eyes without words.
These things come
And happen
And you realise
You are just speaking
And looking
Like you always were.
It’s a new thing
You aren’t scared of.

When you are alone
You remember
That nothing has changed.

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