Do you wonder how it feels
to be desired?
That’s OK.
Do you miss your family
and the people
you called friends?
That’s OK, too.
Missing is much easier
than comfort
or even love
which can be a bed of nails
or just a pebble in your shoe.
Because the end of a thing
always leaves
a trace of itself
behind —
A handkerchief
hiding in a sock drawer.
A song suddenly missing
from a well-loved LP —
only crackling silence
filling the space
where music once was.
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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