Nomadic - A Dialogue Part 2

May 15, 2023
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Updated: May 21, 2023

Nomadic

The ghost of me haunts you.

My cold corps keeps you awake.

Dead to you, but with a healthy pulse.

What am I?

I clothed you.

I bathed you with my love.

I washed away your tears with the warmth of my soul.

But, I spared you.

Always at arm’s reach -

but always just too far away.

I warned you -

you can never make me stay.

It was once sweet nothings in your ear.

And a belly full of promises.

But now you’re deaf and hungry.

I am sorry, my love -

you can never make me stay.

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