There's a certain kind of sadness
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There’s a certain kind of sadness,
Sadness that floats in the absence of matter
The distance between your last layer of skin to mine
Screams desperately to conflate and stop time.
The space between the raptures marks the essence
of what had caused the blocking of our breath
dragging us to perilously experience it again
(although the absence will repeatedly emerge)
That certain kind of sadness,
The sadness sailing within meager distance
Between one enactment and the other
That certain kind of sadness
Longing our transient felicity
Is as inevitable as the depth in which your voice sounds
And the satisfaction of our feet in the same ground.
Yet I look back and grasp that sadness is too motley to define
This certain kind of sadness does not endure through a pure absence of our ease
But in thought that in an instant, despite how endless it feels
there’s a certain kind of sadness that always will appear.