I touch your arm
as though I could
hold you pieces together
with my will.
But your face crumbles,
revealing the inner demolition--
a wrecking ball tearing apart
your spirit.
You smile to cover cracks,
but I can still see
ghosts in your eyes--
you’re haunted.
I return your plastic expression,
knowing that all I can do
is share with you in this--
the biggest joke.
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