Sunday

Approval

My legs weakened and buckled when she told me the news.
A performance of tragedy I would not have truly believed
Had I not experienced the sensation myself.

Years have elapsed.
An accumulation of distance measured only on the arbitrary scale of time,
Not the space between ingrained feeling and unthinking reaction.

I'm taller now, but from my knees,
I still look up,
Hoping for something.

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