He Will

He will miss me like the back of his burnt hand

the skin now shiny from the aftermath

no creases, no character

no callouses, no fields…

He will miss me like an angel

missing from heaven,

the sky now black

during the day

no stars, no moon

no sun, no dusk

He will miss me like a gun

with no trigger

the anger dissipates to sadness

no hugs, no kiss

no love, just a diss…

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