nostalgia

[zeraphimpoetry]

i am now aware, aware
that the things i become nostalgic for
are already gone, and never-were

erasure, the simple kind
it's not political, it's just the dropping-off
of past selves.

boy. with your twig arms and sinuous trunk,
you are a tree-boy. i tried to think of what your spirit animal was
all the time we've been together, and i never realized
that you

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[zeraphimpoetry]

thank you, please do