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 I held it,
And the feeling
When it slipped away,
A memory of softness,
Of something utterly sweet,
And the lack of
Suffered from.
I can’t cease to think
About it,
Remember it,
Feel how lost
I am without it,
Carrying that 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,
And I think about it,
Always,
And always will.
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