Your absence has gone through
me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched
with its color.
And this makes me think of loneliness and sadness and those who have gone before me. and those who i miss terribly. and those i don't even know how to miss.
and sometimes there is color.
Like pretending with my niece that the rest of our family is animals in the zoo. Binoculars helped us name them all.
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