It's funny this
getting used to,
seems like it
comes in
wa v es.
As usual
I had an
idea
of how it would
look
once it
happened. Formulas
I am always looking
for
formulas. And trying to fit everything
into
a
box.
I [closed]
myself
up
into a
cardboard house and
pulled the top
d
o
w
n
onto
me.
I learned to
get over
it
the way you
get over
losing
everything
/
except
life. And then one day you think it is
all done.
You
open
the
box
and
come
o u t.
But on Thursday
there
we all were and you walked
in
smiling
the five of us
as though one
(was I the only one who noticed
?)
the secret was hidden in
plain sight
and
then
you
kissed my cheek when you
left.
This getting over it business
is funny. Sometimes
it
comes
back
in
waves.
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