he calls it love
but nothing adheres
I keep placing my hand there
as if warmth could take
as if the word might remember
what it was meant to hold
but it does not resist me
does not receive me
just an absence
shaped like a promise
and I—hesitant—
begin to learn its edges
#MastoPrompt
#lacuna
#absence
#writing
#poem
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