December 11, 2015: Some Kind of Emptiness

I will go no more, because it is not me alone who can help—or perhaps me at all.

I will wait no more, because it is not coming. Perhaps it never left to begin with.

I will not want it anymore, because it is not mine.

Yet it is all around despite going or not, waiting or not, wanting or not.

I could see it in the sunrise and now in the sunset.

It is no small comfort, though it seems a thousand words away—a thousand pictures gone—yet still here in what can seem like taunting. Except in the living, vibrant emptiness.

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