Poem: It Was Gone Already

It Was Gone Already

I knew that, have been to the place
where it arrived, know it is there,
but I am still upset at the absence,
shocked by it, even, as if it were unexpected.
I have no explanation
beyond the knowledge that it seems wrong,
the change is only necessary
because we were betrayed.

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