you can’t take it with you when you go

I’ve been thinking a lot about: ceremonies, Indian summer, peachy light, witnessing, forgiveness.

I came to hold your effort and left realizing you had none to give. I shouldn’t have been surprised and for that reason I cannot continue to hold these lingering regrets.

Draped flesh, buried sadness, and apparitions of familiarity are now a loop closed. It’s evidence that even circles have sharp edges.

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