A happy missing

I have now left your arms.

3 and a half years a lot of holding back.

Moving in circles as particles of loss.

I have been disturbed.

I’m sad you’re not hear to share a glass

To toast the ending of a missing

Your mirage has circled, punishing the guts.

Around you, I’m imagining a freedom begins.

Or within me, a feeling at the edges of the bones.

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