simply an ideal that I created
your cigarette dangled from a void
you smoked it into the filter
with only the personality 
you became a story from my past
the second our skin stopped touching
I said goodbye
our fingertips slid off of each other
skin to swirling ridges of skin
I didn’t look back
I asked you not
to ruin my reality with your reality
this is not your body
this is not your house
you were an act of 
no consequence
an act
given a chance to exist
a diversion for consciousness
never meant to 
that letting go is how you love yourself
the next time I read this poem
you will be a face 
in the audience
indistinguishable in all of the dark
thank you

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