Courtesy of Alexandru Petre

Gaining the Disadvantage

You don’t make sense

Adding leaves to an empty table

Sketching hands you have never held

Loving the one who left you

And the one who stayed

What strange fire resides inside?

It feeds on the present

Sometimes tumbles to the ground

And the world blooms

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