It's a quiet sort of emptiness
that echoes as a teardrop falls
into the void.
It's a subtle ache behind your chest
where something flowered up and grew
in certain light.
It's not quite what you'd have tried to guess
when peeking out from self-made walls.
You're not destroyed.
It's good to know that after some rest
with time to think the ending through
You'll be alright.
Oh, darling. This is gorgeous and sad and hopeful.
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I second Janelle here. It's very well imaged and worded and everything. I like.
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