Like Disappearing

That ache
Not a longing for someone
That long press on the soul
Not a desire for a perfect day

Not one of these things that seem obvious
That neither hurt nor go away
The ache of years

The low weight of time settling out
to sludge and grime that serves as the mud 
that lets things grow
That makes things 
take on the taste and disguise of the past

It is all of this

It is nothing but the darkness at night
The wind through dead trees
A scrap of moonlight in the clouds

It is a callus formed over nerves
that resonates as a dull echo
That cold sinking certainty
that certain things felt
will never be felt again

It is gone 

The memories are so sweet that we believe
it must have been the best
thing we will ever experience

This thing we cannot fully see
This thing that haunts us
Like magic
Like disappearing

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