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Missing You Doesn’t Happen All at Once
Fragments of a weary soul trying to find its way back
I am learning that missing you
doesn’t happen all at once.
It happens in fragments!
With my eyes drinking dawn
after a sleepless night,
as I rise from rock bottom,
the moment my dead feet
touch upon cold floors.
It happens when I gain
a sense of my lost self
and lose it again —
in between hours and minutes,
& under each breath.
I am learning that missing you
isn’t just a pattern anymore
It’s a prayer — a hymn
A spiritual scouring,
cleansing and condensing
through trials and tears,
leaving only the residue
of penance and pining.
I am learning that missing you
occurs in hiccups and heartbeats
in moments mystical,
till the hands of the clock
snap under the weight of hours.
As I lose track of sanity,
my wild, exhausted soul
fights for retrieval & redemption,
as sure as the day follows night
breaking the shards of nostalgia
eventually finding my way
back to myself
Only to be consumed by it,
all over again.
