A dull ache where once was longing

A dull ache where once was longing:

Preaching sermons to brick wall moss
somewhere far from anything
I ever held sacred

Life condensed to a dull ache,
sloughing off parts
until all that’s left is ill-defined, ignorable

A lifetime of anxious moments
compounded into that instant
when I knew she was gone

The totality of alone
in every empty action and memory
where she used to exist

The sharp stab of yet another empty Spring
yet again sprinting towards complete entropy

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