Mask after mask after mask—
can’t they just take them off,
even for a moment?
Let those who truly care stay,
and let those who don’t, leave.
I know for a fact I can’t take mine off—
but the cracks show the truth:
in brief moments,
in sudden teary-eyed glances.
The way mine works
is through silence
and hollowed laughter.
I cannot bring myself too much joy,
but I wouldn’t want others
to go without it.
So at the very least,
stay with me—
if you want my silence,
or if you want to break it.
But it’s my eyes—
just for that fleeting moment—
that I can’t cover.
I want to see her so badly
just one last time,
even though now
she’s the one covered,
behind the glass counter of her coffin—
forever etched into my memory.
Though my heart may drift,
even for shallow moments,
I cannot unremember her.
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