Severance

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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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