One night you creeped into my memory
and an old language escaped my tongue
a quiet pain I did not remember to have
found me
This is what happens when grief revisits
When it finds you swaddled in joy
Lost in a good day
it sends a memo to your heart
reminds it that Kintsugi will only exist
when you acknowledge the broken
when the pieces still look like they belong together
but there are parts of my heart that left
with you
pieces I do not care to recover
because I always want this to hurt
while the world goes on spinning
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