When my heart clenches
And I can't take a breath
I brush it off as nothing
And pretend it's fleeting depth
I long to see and to travel and to experience
But missing these lives is making me furious
My heart has been captured
by people and places
And now it is hurting
by the fullness of these spaces
On them I don't think
So I won't miss them as much
But its the sweetness of the memory
that brings the tears and but not a crutch
When my heart clenches
And I can't take a breath
This spectrum of heartach
is not always death
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