when we miss something,
we don’t miss the place or person
— so much as we miss
the emotions attached
to the moments we experience
we remember how we feel,
we engage
in empathy
— that is what we miss:
the pathos generated in any moment
we try to remember,
but
our memories fail us
— so we wait to feel
that same way (the emotion)
but
we forget our fleeting nature
it was the feeling in the moment
— and moments pass
so we try to tap into the heart
as though it is a filing cabinet
we write cards, our
“entries of empathy”
but our hearts can’t hold pain
they
must
e m p t y
if we are to feel
(be filled) again
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