Severance
I have gotten used to letting go of people
Again and again.
They stay inside my heart for awhile
But most of them are passers-by.
I know they will leave inevitably
So I always say my goodbyes quietly
even before they make up their minds
even before they pack up and go.
When they’re gone
I try not to search the gaps
and hollow spaces they once occupied
I try not to feel the small indentations
caused by every word
and every touch
But the mind is a masochist—
It goes back again and again.
It keeps probing
Unable to resist asking
the whys
and the what ifs
that will never be answered.
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Absences
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about losing people. They were written sporadically in the past few years. I welcome any feedback you may have.