The Never
When
for years
no one has touched
your skin
or hugged you,
it's then you know
you are dead
A defeated magic
touches your lips
as the heart
fails to kiss
the inner walls
of a chest
filled with a vacuum
The never
takes over
one windless day
at a time
spread like tasteless jam
on dry bread
more dust than sustenance
Barry G. Wick
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