Empty white spaces, blank pages, my mind,
I see you smile through the fading winter light.
Lost in misty streets that do not bind
I search for meanings I cannot gather.
The absence you seek, in its bare presence
The very being that you now refuse
To let in; my clement predicaments,
Avalanches, that you don’t have to choose.
But those bridges that remain unbroken
Were all left empty for no one to cross
Our untraded aloneness, not spoken
Coeval attempts at living each loss.
Separating its sense makes it clearer
Through this very wait until it appears.
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