when did you last see her? just.
her being materializes in
emptiness, every vacancy
filled by her unmistakable presence.
my arms bear her form, I carry her with me wherever I
go. how much are you willing to give?
my flesh and blood, my flesh and blood. this will take some time -
time is cleaved into Before, which is precious and mine,
and After
which you can have. take all of it,
- we will try our best, but you know what it's like
with missing people.
yes. it is difficult. even when she is here,
the heart only registers absence,
there is the inexplicable ache of holding on
to nothingness. she is not lost, just


(to be found)

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