So many that there aren’t any
Rights, wrongs, absolutes.
Valediction, paid not given
Face, lost in the legions
Name, sponged from memory
Bond, sprouted on thin ice
Ripple, in the dead sea of feeling
Grief, half-born from indifference
Pain, the residue of conscience
Fate, an open palm untossed.
Greetings, goodbyes, gags,
So many that there aren’t any.
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