how much we care,
then
don't. how much we loved,
then
have it go away,
like
smoke.
up and away
into the clouds
as if it never
happened.
no fire.
no burn,
no destruction or pain.
just nothing,
a vague memory of
nothing.
and into another day.
Sunday, April 7, 2019
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