After while one starts to see The lie of omission, That kind of absence that Gapes in disbelief. But it does take Some time to even Understand the holes, To get to know this other Kind of heartbreak. A void with No name or scent Until one day, a man Passes by the porch With an armful of Lilacs that aren't for you. I will follow you, follow You wherever you may go The song leaps out of the Thousands of cuts of the Heart, breaking everywhere In the stranger's wake. And there it is. Now we've come to the part where Detritus meets her Meaning, a sound of after parade, a fading. A gap made emptier. Retreat to that half molded Acne warrior at her mirror -- As invisible, as awkward, as true -- Stuffed again inside the Shape of Now, feeling that Build-a-bear hangover Feeling, the gift of a Cardboard box To carry it home, Where one has forever To live with it.
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Stuffed inside the shape of now!