on the rim of
     my glass,
falls shattered
  through my fingers,
pools white and clear
   like milk.

don’t lie
 don’t even cry
   for what i never had.
emptiness would be better.
nothing would be better.

all the things we say:
   so nice to see you.
   so sorry for your    loss.
   we’re here.

always here.
   never there

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