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Maybe in a month or two, you’ll stop filling up my silences. Maybe then I won’t remember you like a reflex. Maybe then you won’t be my knee-jerk reaction to the first sign of loneliness. But until then, here you are loud clear with your absence. You spare no distance. I feel every mile. I feel every minute of your abandon. Until I learn how to stop wasting time, here we are in the quicksand of my own making. As if--somehow--if I wait long enough, things will come full circle. If I wait long enough, we will eventually rewind back to where we started. But we are more like comets, are we not? Rocketing through the stars with no hope of looking back. Sometimes there is no orbit. Sometimes there is no return.