Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Loss

It's there
Hovering at the edge of my vision
like a will o the wisp
you can almost feel
A memory out of time
Why is today different

I stretch, enjoying the quiet of
the morning
Yet
Uneasy
As if I've forgotten something
terribly important

It's right there

Oh no
The memory awakens
Oh no, that's not right
That's not true
That didn't really happen
You aren't really gone
No
Please

Make it not be true

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