Unavoidable April 15, 2024

 

 

It is unavoidable,

I can’t cease thinking about it,

The consequences of it,

What is and what it is not,

How I recall it feeling

When it slipped away,

A memory of softness,

Tenderness,

Of something utterly sweet,

And the lack of suffered from,

I can’t cease to think about it,

Remember it,

And feel how lost I am without it,

Carrying the absence around inside me

Pieces of it tumbling around

Unable to come back together

As it once was,

Coming together instead

In odd configurations,

Or what it never was,

I think about it always,

And I always will

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