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paint me into a hypocritical portrait.
a poem about not taking the advice you give to others.
do you know what it’s like
to say goodbye to someone
whose hello makes the
sweetest sound?
if you were to ask me
how to let go of connections
already long gone, i would say
you simply have to walk away,
but it would paint me into a
hypocritical portrait because
though i leave with ease,
i crawl back to them
in my dreams.
when i’m wide-eyed
and the heavens are starry-skied,
i ask the moon if she misses the sun.
her nod tells me that the distance
between luna and sol creates
an unshakeable absence
that i can feel from terra.
it is terrible to ache
as a way of missing someone
but we all coexist beneath the same sky,
we converse with the same moon,
we laze under the same sun — so
the absence of the connection
is not as present
as we may
think.
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