blackened thoughts escape my fingertips
underwhelming grief
mourns the present
tense language speaks a new tone
longing for the things I miss
yet caught up in the mourning of missing
notes
is this acceptance?
trading flaws
and embracing the distance
never mind the shock
or is it?
I stopped
but my world isn't holding still
it was easier when I didn't know what I was missing
sometimes isn't always
and the past is no exception.
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