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There now is pain where there once was pleasure 

And I know that silence marks the contrast. 

Time and distance are sound tools to measure 

What separates the present from the past. 

I have faced some challenges, to be sure, 

Dysfunction and darkness testing my bonds, 

Yet by evening’s end I’ve known they’d endure 

The gloom where the gut – not the heart – responds. 

I’ve never once needed a quiet space 

To ponder the worth of the time I’ve spent. 

What an affair, to be frozen in place, 

Chastened by the quandary you represent. 

I’ll shut my eyes that I can better see

The kinds of love I allow near to me.