I’ve grown accustomed to the dark
To witness enormous Goodbyes
The constant pain of remembering
Who you were, what you taught me
Life steps always straight
While we curve around nostalgia
For the newness of the night
Finds me erect for novelty
I’ve grown accustomed to the dark
Or something altered in sight
Now misery is my last response
A constant reminder of having felt home
With you, your light no longer
My witness, those months have ended
I remain knotted for the remaining years
An uncertain grasping for something that wasn’t there
By accident or by hidden gains
I’ve grown accustomed to the power of dream
That is the last action of remembering.
Wuji Seshat 
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