elina
shrinking feeling i find your note to him in the margins of my textbook and i miss him too now, and i understand it– the futile endeavor to halve the sensation, over and over, to infinitely smaller pieces. yes, it shrinks, it tessellates, but it never disappears. grief is too clever for such kindnesses, but every time your message is read, someone new knows his name, and for you, i will take it and place his ghost upon my shoulders, unburdened
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