Senselessly

Like a thorn inside her logic
There is no reason
Still, she goes on missing you
senselessly.

Abusing the imagination
She inserts herself inside of old memories,
Like a doll inside a dollhouse.
So she can play again.

The thorn is aware,
That life is supposed to be lived
With or without you.
But the fate of no longer having you
to call upon,
or to even call at all,
Digs the thorn in deeper
deeper than any professional could remove.
And so she carries on,
senselessly.

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2 thoughts on “Senselessly

  1. This is a heartbreakingly beautiful and insight poem. I love these lines especially: “She inserts herself inside of old memories,
    Like a doll inside a dollhouse.”

    Like

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