am I out of grief?
that I, a writer, have made
ink of this fathomless emotion
is no more and Am cured?
I can once more laugh
at the usual tone and pitch
as well my color and my
fake written mask
is.back once more
to it's usual shape, size and color.
but what am I feeling,
why am I feeling
that out of nowhere
I have this feel that my world
have grown smaller?
is it because a door,
once open for me have closed
and a number in my phone
will always ring and no one will answer
and one day the ringing will stop
and that familiar voice of a repeated metallic color
will reply that the number is ouy of coverage area or
sorry this number is busy now
or sorry this number is unavailable
or whatever the automated voice will reply
with it's usual line, nevertheless
I can only talk to her and see her,
in my memories
only
if
I had gotten more.
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