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Blue sky and cool grass, yet
the beautiful day is tinged with melancholy.
And my body prepares for
the grief that hasn’t started yet.
Winding up the path of your gaze,
scrutinizing every infinitesimal detail,
I know you’ve given up on me.
And I am left to keep a remnant of you
while blinded by the desert dust of lament.
However, like a child to their tattered old blanket,
I must learn to live without you,
and let go of both the kindness and cruelty
you’ve given me.
It’s not just because of you. It never has, and never will.
The sun patches that peek through the tree branches,
and the murmur of nearby conversation
remind me of how alien I am.
But the drought in my heart
will eventually pass.
And the gentle rain will fall on me, the memory of
joy and beauty fresh in my mind.
Life offers pain in the shape of beautiful gifts,
but either way, I’m grateful for
how its prismatic hues color my mind.
And I will still live as
a soft and hopeful creature
of summer whispers and mourning doves.