Sometimes things seem so sullenly dreadful.
Other times, life is looking up and no one can do me any harm.
There’s this place, a moment where all pleasant things are condensed, in one place, feeling irrepressibly good.
It’s a gift and a curse.
You.
And all that reminds me there’s more.
A worn poem
With emotions spattered carelessly
End-to-end abandon
Revisiting logic when the hour is expired.
I was faithful yesterday
To all that’s good
Predictable
And packaged.
Today I’m reminded
I miss
The missing.
You.
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