when things change,
go in a direction you didn't
see coming,
you go to what doesn't change.
the ocean.
the moon, the long path
through
the woods.
you grow quiet in your
sadness.
listen more, speak less.
the heart is a mysterious
thing to deal with,
being captured
and being freed,
time and time again.
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