Again

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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