sadness bubbles up

does it matter?

i blink and don't know how to look straight at all the absences. all the empty spaces left.

all i know how to do is look at what has always been there. and what will be there someday.

and i want to rub *my* cheek against the downy cheek of what is.

and i want to ..

i don't know.

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