is a funny thing.
how it comes and goes,
ebbs
and flows.
how it arrives in unexpected
ways.
in line
at the market
with
your cart when suddenly
you begin
to cry.
no matter rain or shine,
in darkness
or light,
it hasn't
left you.
the loss is there,
heavy
on your heart.
it's momentarily hidden,
but biding
it's bittersweet
time,
as you wait
for another cold wave
to arrive.
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