Marginally Content
Sufficiently alone, marginally content,
I never try to figure out if I’m happy
Or where love went.
Attempts to retrace a former kiss
Are as pointless as searching for a past life
That your karma has slightly revealed
In a disturbing dream.
Letting go can be difficult or impossible,
But going backwards is like sealing
Your own eternal coffin.
Abandoned relationships
Weave a melancholy loneliness
Into everybody’s life.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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