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Logic and disbelief wed

In union refusing

The permanence of your


Nonsensical flirts with absolute

Natural order teases sanity

The emptiness of rooms

Still filled with your things

Scent without true origin

Voice without lasting embodiment

Vapours of remaining

Joy too steep a gradient

Grief is love

Unable to find you

Crying out and hearing no reply

Pleading and receiving no mercy

Grief is love

Taunted by truancy

To stand where you stood

To sit where you sat

To lay where you lay

And still not find you

Becomes incredulity dressed

In acceptance that

I’ll never get passed

You not being here

NaiNai (c) 2022

Me and Mum 2012

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