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the grace in understanding

is that I miss you differently

it's an emptiness without longing

like a shell left by the sea.

it's an hollow without echo

an unsat chair, an unslept bed

it's the cemetery's silence

as peace attends the dead.

it's regret without remorse

as fallen leaves will lose their green

a yesterday without tomorrow

for there's no today between.

i miss you as a sorrow

that is no longer kin to pain

but stands in gentle stead of it

as mist resembles rain.

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