Poem – Grief

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The day is new,
Cool, wet, and
Ancient.
Nostalgia
Weighs heavy
Upon my breast.
I feel loss
And a sense of
Currentness,
As if no
Past or Future
Exists.
I know,
Inexorably,
That this,
Like the dawn,
Will pass with
Time.
Though time itself
Seems nonexistent,
I’m keenly aware
That my experience
Does not alter
Reality.

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