Acknowledgement.
That of loss. Of how the time is never the time you wish it to be.
Steals the air from my lungs.
Squares me toe-to-toe with all these demons.
This long road demands all I could hope to give.
It is neither punishment, nor joy. Not peace or chaos.
I am real.
This is even more real.
Will it ever be as it always has been.
Hopeful, yet not expectant. Surprise. So much is ever a surprise.
The lesson is in the leaving, they'd say. They are they are me.
With me always are you. Shall you ever be. Be. BE.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
Every day.
Every way.
Every May.
Be as it may. On to May.
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