I can still feel your presence.
All this time, I thought it was completely gone,
but no — it's always dwelled here.
It has been here the whole time.
I didn't forget any of it;
I just got used to not having it around.
The feeling of denying everything —
even if it still brings pain
whenever it touches me again.
I might lose it,
I might return to what once wounded me.
How can I escape something that ties me up?
How can I deny the pain that, in vain, lifts me up?
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A confusion of feelings expressed in this poem. Pain that lifts. At times of loss confusion can be felt like phantom pain in a limb no longer present. And so with people that were close lost as well. A haunting write
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