The Danger Of A Name (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

I exhale your name,

push it out of my soul,

cup my hands around it quickly

to capture every pure note

that lays claim to your essence.

I feel the sounds evaporate

from between my fingers,

until there is only

an empty hollow between my palms,

the silence I created out of you.

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