Still mist

You still visit me sometimes
here
invited in by memories
inside jokes
and foreign tongues

I still miss you,
here
nestled among the intimate
quiet
mutual faithlessness

Connected through the phone

Comforted by each other’s peaceful
delirious
raging
ragged
heaved
breath

Feeling pain for your hurting
tenderness
you are still mist.

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