It did not leave all at once.
Nothing important ever does.
It left in revisions -
Small edits
The Slow removal of certainty
There is a sharpness to the quiet
When a relationship is over
Not empty
But rearranged
You find yourself careful
Over objects that carry blame
Songs
A venue
The absence and how the mind turns to it
As if love were a place
And not an event
In time
Even the longing learns
To lower its voice
Never gone
Just no longer in charge of the room
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3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
It did not leave all at once.
Nothing important ever does.
It left in revisions -
Small edits
The Slow removal of certainty
There is a sharpness to the quiet
When a relationship is over
Not empty
But rearranged
You find yourself careful
Over objects that carry blame
Songs
A venue
The absence and how the mind turns to it
As if love were a place
And not an event
In time
Even the longing learns
To lower its voice
Never gone
Just no longer in charge of the room
______________________________________
