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Poem: Gone

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Gone

Before the cursor even hit the screen
I was gone
Inclined to give feelings the stage, but
Without letting them spill

Before the light even hit the concrete
I was gone
Dodging intense commutes
Yawning out the night's drips of insecurities

Before an ounce was even consumed
I was gone
Holding on with intent
Not to spill a drop along the way

Before the light even hit the pillow
I was gone
Holding on with content
To every drop of your skin

Before I even touched you
I was gone
My heart gave no consent
Spilling every drop

Before I was gone
I was here
Content
Dripping wet with anticipation

—Bryan McGrath

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