(...we'll have to make new love...)
losing half of you.
disintegration of friendships feels like i'm wrong.
like i've done something inexplicable.
something too much
losing love that i've felt, is foreign and the slight gulf
widening is opening me up to something new...
i've never experienced before.
everyone is slightly moving away.
shifting like the edges of this continent.
(some shifting into the sea. ocean swallowing you whole.)
i've been trying to fill
each empty space with something/someone similar/same.
i've been trying to reach out to new life...fill my peripheral.
close myself in with newness. or rebuilt distant pasts.
lock all that's left into a bracelet of charms.
charm myself into a better friend. a better mind.
all of this newness is fresh (a silent warmth)
and strong into my fingers.
but i am still losing
more than i win.
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