"Then I hugged her one more time, to etch her warmth indelibly into my brain."
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
sadness has a special sweetness
not in its occurrence
but as a state of being
i do not feel sad
nothing makes me sad
i am sad therefore i am
but inside that sadness
sits like a yolk in a shell
this moment of happiness
that otherwise would have been lost
inconsequential as rain or snow
and just as ephemeral
the last time i was happy
the last time i was happy
occurred nearly two years ago
but i know the moment
i know where i was sitting
i know what you asked of me
i know the week that followed
and all of it remains like you
dark chocolate on the tongue
of my memory and imagination
i whisper to myself alone
prayers and pleas and longings
for you my sadness and happiness
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