11.11

11 November 2019

three hundred and sixty five days
of you in the courts of a King you have
gotten to know
far better than I.

all these days later and I've got no words
but in this dust of self,
remnants of you–

there are silent tears today, as I attempt to conjure up gratitude for a One lost to me, and gained by the King.


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