The line between
Remembering and imagination
Is thin
Both leave me empty
With longing
What good is possibility
Anyway
If that energy is so easily
Diverted into a useless, tangled knot
Another wave
Crashes through
Washing away
Precious hope
Need to find better armor
Against these cycles of weariness
If I can’t reach you now
Then perhaps a fence
To manage my impatience
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