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Categories: poetry/ writing

The vulnerability, the fragility of it all, that which surrounds a loved member in the cast of your life.

A sweet sadness arises, then overtakes, then passes. So sad yet enough sweetness to bring with it a layer of gratitude.

All mixed up, served brutally sharp.

We shouldn’t have it any other way.

How long will this memory last, and if it dies, where will it go?