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I saw Abandonment, and looked it right in the eye

Oh, the unnerving shiver is already back again —

either flying or fleeing or sleeping next to me sideways.

This old friend of mine,

the kind that hurts for a long time and I know it,

gives me its giving hands each night.


You can look it right in its loveless eye

and see any person you want —

a mother and her baby already saying goodbye,

a new family, couldn't even be there when my father died,

that strange force of a man when he's not even there anymore,

a long drive going back to where I came from.


This shiver and I — no one can separate us,

break us, beat us down more than we already do,

can't change all we know in a handful of nights

when it always returns, in some familiar form,

waiting for me, again.

 
 
 

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