The loss eats at me,
takes wide bites,
and swallows hard
each bit I have left,

these frail pieces
folding into glass,
into long,
precision moments

where we are
instead of were,

where we were now
instead of then,

these fractured portals
into nowhere
because then is gone

and I am standing
in pools of longing
for something
I never really had,
for something
frozen and unbreakable,
for something
I want but cannot understand.



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