Its come again
Like the mourning sky that longs for the moon
While more infrequent
It still feels the same as it always did, weighty and somber
No matter how we let go of what was and live in what is
That unexplainable quandary that is feeling takes over
Be it a state of mind, ego or memory
Sometimes it’s unavoidable
And try as we might it will always come again.
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