thinking about
the way some loves
end--
easily
painfully
regretfully
there is a finality
that once crossed cannot
be taken back
not
because one lacks the desire
rather
because there is nothing
remaining--
the land
the time
the memory
all scorched into
a void where nothing
can live
and everything
is a mockery
of what once was.
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