for z.s.
i miss you like i miss the ache of an old, long standing, familiar pain. because at least the pain reminds me of the power of feeling.
you are nothing if not my simplest mystery;
i have loved you for the longing.
it was another me that held you close to her heart. it was another you too, but the shapes haven't changed.
yet, we must learn to love our open wounds. to embrace all that is flawed and missing.
and this
is not a world
in which we will meet again.
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