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A photograph, a tilted frame
A single cup, a whispered name
They see the stillness, stark and plain
A quiet room that harbours pain
They scribble down a quick review
A tragic, solitary view
But what they label as a void
Is not a space to be destroyed
This emptiness is not a lack
It is the footprint, looking back
This isn't loneliness they see
It's evidence of what was free
A rare and momentary sign
That for a time, your hand held mine
A fossil of a warmth that came
And burned too bright to bear a name
A hollow left within the sheets
A melody on scattered streets
They hear the silence and assume
It's just the echo of a tomb
They cannot fathom what it means
These gentle, post-coastal scenes
But what they label as the night
Was once the aftermath of light
This emptiness is not a curse
It is the shadow of the verse
This isn't loneliness they see
It's evidence of what was free
A rare and momentary sign
That for a time, your hand held mine
A fossil of a warmth that came
And burned too bright to bear a name
So let them stand outside the glass
And label peace as something passed
Their pity is a language I
No longer recognize or try
To speak. For they have never known
The sacred shape of being alone
After being known
Evidence
Not absence
Just... evidence