how all the familiar changes.
how ruts, routines and rituals ring in
a landscape without the echoes
of your being.
how strange it feels, without your
barriers, at once forbidding and yet
providing safety.
how all is the same, yet its timbre,
tones and melodies are completely
different,
as they seek to find a way
to fill the emptiness
around them.
how what is a natural
part of life,
seems so very out
of sync with what
we wish
was.
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