I feel the absence like I would a missing tooth, not fully
aware after all this time why it occurred, only aware of the reality, the blackhole
into which my whole world collapsed, back then, this day before the day when
Spring comes, a long six weeks since he groundhog saw his shadow. This time of
year – like back then – is always the start of something new, and often
unexpected, the vacancy of winter aching to get filled, and I wait, and I
wonder, how is it I can fill up something so long gone, something I still crave
to get back, even when it is clear, some spaces just can’t be refilled, and we
must live with the vacancy.
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