things were simpler then.
all one had to do
was love with feckless certainty
mutate want into boundless pain
leave the longing behind to the care
of icy waves
and,
preserve you in a state
of nameless flux.
now, with clarity
comes doubt,
a certain wistfulness
and a stabbing void
that refuses to
relinquish its tiny hold
on notions of you.
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