to ease this ache
for this thing that I can't
quite put my finger on
I miss something I'm not sure of
I miss a place I almost was
I miss a life I almost have
in this other almost
in this never again
the sweet dull ache
that grips my chest
and scratches at the door
of my soul
I wander until I find
the place again
like a dog who wanders into the room
and forgot why he is there
is this it?
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