Punctured

J.E. 09-25-2025

Days like today I really feel it.

The codependency.

I am a cup punctured with a straw,

leaking out all of its contents.

I am incomplete,

a puzzle with one lost piece,

the part that makes it whole.

My thigh,

cold now without your hand to keep it warm.

I am alone,

left with only your absence and a memory.

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