A hundred in the hollow of the neck
Two hundred if you let me do it back
A few from me to have you go quiet
A clap on the shoulder
An accident on an email
A self satisfied smile
An afterthought
Today we are not expecting anything else
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to be seen
Of course it's not what I'm dreaming of
It's nothing I've thought about
In no way am I dissolving
A hundred for the one you gave away
And countless more to have you stay
And if you stay what better place to place your lips
A few at the end of a letter
A few that say this just won't help
This is what you'd write if you didn't know your own name
Absence, non-existence, obsolescence, a spot to be marked
Plant it here, here and here
And here again.

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