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Void of Course

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That was the moment I understood how love can silence a person. I was foolish enough, then and perhaps even now, to grasp the full weight of your question.  "Can I pretend that you are not in love with me? Just so I can speak to you. "

I yearn to return and conjure a goodbye, fabricate the closure we never had. Sometimes, I face reality in the sacred aisle of my love for you. Once, you were a concept, a missing piece that completed me, or rather, you were the spark that animated my existence. 

Infinity 

I will bury you somewhere deeper, somewhere far beneath the surface. I will entomb you within the layers of my own humility.

I see you everywhere, radiating happiness. Happiness, with a secret.


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