and pushing back, loving back

i always find myself forgetting
the shape of his love.
like when i’m lost
in the constant passing by.

so i’ve pushed back on these
outlines.

i’ve been pulling them back, to
hear the sound inside
life as it
would have been.

and its nothing but the
joy of
empty
early
winter winds.

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