Grief

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There's a distance in my eyes today.
My heart turns heavenward.
I listen no longer for your breath or the movement of your chest.
I no longer chase shadows of what could have been.
I'm no longer on my knees, staring at the stone the never forgets.
I do not follow the tar, like snakes slithering between the stones.
The shards of shattered dreams are scattered into the seas of forgetfulness.
I do not pick up what no longer exists.
Oh, the precious, precious memories, running my fingers through their liquidity.
I seek no more of what I was not meant to know.
I know where my assurance lies, a future date and time.
I imagine forever innocence, little bow lips and sparkling eyes.
I play with these imaginings once and in a while.
A piece of my heart is no longer here.
A flame, a fire that burned lightly, too short a time.
I fear the cliche of a life defined by loss,
instead I am refined and we shall meet again.

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