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Loss after loss,
They seem seamless:
First you, then her, then him.
Or has time contracted,
Months, minutes;
Years, minutes.
How do I make them years again?
How do I release loss,
Accept it as part of the beauty
Of being alive and lost, too?
This last goodbye, ahhh–
Always out of my control.
Then, the wishing regrets.
They make me cry.
Generations, they never stop
Making their awful mistakes.
I deserve happiness, they say–
But do they ever find it?
It rained today, and it was cold, too.
June 20th. It has been eleven days,
Or eleven minutes, I forget.