Bunker 1874 from Worldless Fantastic by Outer Rooms

I’ll die with you, but I can’t leave.
I will disappear down a hollow reed.
You are gone already,
My breath is shredding,
Steadily awaiting
When you’ll come back for me.
I can’t leave your side,
And resist insistent knives,
Edging to cut me away,
To give up your remains.

I drift toward meaninglessness, and here, without you, I mean less.

I drift up to the sidewalk,
You walked hours before.
I hope when I catch up,
That you’ll prefer me to the sore.
I know you didn’t choose this
Inconvenient, brightest exit.
There’s nothing left but this,
Whatever’s next, I’ll miss.

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