What Wasn't
Some things don’t break,they just shift out of focus. I’m still around,but not where I used to be. Your joy reaches me,like sunlight through a crackwarm… and strangely sharp. There are moments,fleeting ones…when your laughter, shared elsewhere,lands like a soft bruise. And yet,I wouldn’t take it back.I wouldn’t trade your lightjust to dim my ache. I don’t wish for what was.I just carry the…
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