Tagged: loss

it’s not like riding

it’s not like riding
a bike, learning to love again
is more like getting

on a unicycle, bearing
an extraordinary weight
.
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loss slips into and

loss slips into and
out of time so precisely, one
seldom notices
.
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when the sun sets at

when the sun sets at
four thirty-seven in the
afternoon, there is

no escaping the temperature
of loss, longing for the south
.
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even a speck of

this late into the

i don’t know how to

i don’t know how to
be a proper human, i make
little notes on how

to conduct myself, scratch out
wins, circle losses with a

bruised marker, i catch
myself staring at myself,
there’s no turning back
.
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all of it begins

all of it begins
to fade even as we are
capturing it – pen

to paper, experience
to memory – don’t hold on
.
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