Stab

In the sun, walking

past my favourite trees,

music in my ears and

stab, through my heart:

joyless, joyless, joyless!

Pause. Stop. Look around.

Catch my breath. Force a smile.

Nothing.

 

And now, still the lingering jolt of reality. The words pick at my ears from the inside. The realisation isn’t enough, I need to be constantly reminded of what I do not have.

 

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