Wednesday, March 30, 2011

End of March

The end of March is near. It comes too soon, it seems.

When it arrives, and even before, thoughts of someone important wash through my mind, filling the quiet corners. A shimmering melancholy.

It matters little how much space one puts between themselves and a place of sadness. Nor does time matter, the sorrow sits in the pit of one's soul. Lingering...

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