Love Lost

I’d like to know if my name is tattooed

across your pages, crumpled on the floor

because you can’t bear to see it anymore,

if your insomnia is ever prescribed

by sentences of us that never ended,

for you’re too busy mourning to write

the obituary for a love that died.

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