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ABSENCES
SOME ABSENCES BECOME
PERMANENT COMPANIONS
Yours did.
Settled in beside me
sometime in the first year
and quietly decided to stay.
I stopped trying to separate from it.
Stopped treating it
like something to recover from.
Like a distance I was supposed to be
crossing.
We move together now.
Through the good days.
Through the ones that catch me
completely off guard and
take me under.
It is not my enemy.
This absence.
It is the shape your love left behind.
And I have learned to treat it
accordingly.
