You blink; it’s gone,
What you thought you would have forever is to fleeting, you
can’t even see exactly when it leaves.
This aspect of love, this specter of existence, this a bit to
use what you have to get, what you want to get, what you need, until one day,
it vanishes, leaving nothing behind, not even a shadow, and you wonder, was it
wasted when you still possessed it, did it expire before you were through with
it, this twisted rope entwining love with the lust that binds us, and we must
untangle it before we can untie it, and then maybe its threads still cling to
us like dust or a splinter gone so deep you dare not dig it out, the whole time
you wonder should you have cast it away before it cast you away, and whether it
is possible to get it back, and whether you want it back if you could.
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