dumb and gnawing thing

This parasite, coiled deep within the chest,
Without reason or any higher purpose,
This parasite, this dumb and gnawing thing,
Taking small bites with every thought of
someone who should be here but is not,
the missing warmth in a bed,
Another naggling bite from a heart,
like a lonesome restaurant
serving surfeit of sorrow
full of empty chairs and little else.

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