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Like a morning fog,with no burning, yet arriving lightly;no longer entwining, yet near and far at once.

Like an early spring snow, with no sound, yet rising quietly; no longer covering, yet melting into the heart.

It never truly parted from you,and never truly came close to you.Only lightly, only slowly,freezing feeling, burying the past.

In an unintended sigh,in the tears at the corners of the eyes on wakinginch by inch, slowly piling up;like every word and line in a chat window,recorded and stacked, still there to be found.

It no longer makes a show, no longer speaks,taking shape in moonlight, hiding in sunlight.Not company, yet it stays where it was;not forgetting, yet unable to hold it in memory.

Like…a beginning,like…an ending.

Like—this is where it ends,like—from here it begins.