It is a truth universally acknowledged

That an empty day must be in want of a task

That an empty heart must be in want of love,

And an empty mind must be in want of a diversion.

Sitting in the quiet, hearing birds and bugs, and

Waiting for a breeze to ripple through the leaves

Of the trees and grass,

I can be still. The gentle snore of the dog, tired

From watching the squirrel watching the bi...

The fear of the fall

Can be greater than the joy

Of being picked up...

I forget. Then, in that magical time

Between dream and day

You return to crush me again.

Am I healed?

For in that tiny moment, you’re not there.

You never were, I don’t think of you.

Does grief still hold all the cards,

Because after that quiet pause, you flood my veins?

Or, do I love you less because I forget?

Would love have faded, paths forked, plans forgotten

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