Hyperawareness entails a choice.
Snatching the voice I lost in the periphery
emits white noise that fills the nebulous
debate, sharpening your overacting
skills to scrutinize the reflection
that returns my deadpan gaze
because when you’re gone, all I see is me.
Being without you is a choice I’d never make.
My voice is clear, and of that, I’m aware.

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