You slayed me, never so slightly with a savory electronic touch

Is it still suffering
when we sabotage with eyes?

ate an evening,
ate a year,
but never broke bread with me?

2am can trouble us
as a stranger asking for a light.

I bury the past a thousand times;
still your memories bury me.

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