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Posted to Action Poetry

if you see
letters that
an empty word
that would have been
me, realize
that i am no
longer written
on that page.
if you feel
warmth left
behind from
a place i used
to be, realize
i am no longer
here burning softly...
if you even
chance to hear
my voice again
in a sad sigh whisper
calling out for help
know it was only
the wind
blowing past the
point where i
had to