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Family gatherings feel incomplete;

an empty seat at the table.

Aisles in a store I used to browse I now avoid,

doing anything to block out the memories;

they return nonetheless.

Court dates and police reports, all the information blurs together.

The picture's too vivid, I have to set it aside to read another day,
when my thoughts are clearer.

I feel that absence some days, a presence in an empty room.

Turn a corner too fast and it's almost like I can see you.

Fragments of your legacy linger everywhere I look,

I'm haunted by the traces of the life you led that was cut too short far too soon.

The anger's almost a relief.

A break in monotony.

It fizzles out quickly when given nowhere to direct itself.

At least I felt something for a little while.

Everything's left unfinished these days, interest lost as soon as it's started.

Friendships strained or nonexistent, no energy left to persue what I used to enjoy.

Is this moving on, I wonder?

Feels more like I'm stuck treading shallow water.