Oblivion

Your name escapes my lips.
It sits there dangling,
crouched, ready to launch
into the oblivion
you are no longer in.
Who am I kidding,
saving something
for sometime, but when?
Anything and everything
all at the same time
and I’m left empty,
but I know this much:
the past is always first
to reserved a front row seat.

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