Cold but not vacant,
So please don't lose touch.
Today I sorted clothes;
Two piles instead of three.
You'd be so proud.
Acomplishments are fleeting.
Five and a half years;
So much has changed in that time.
But failures still hang clouds over eyes.
In the space between then and now,
When I join you with clouded over eyes:
There's always a time to let go
When you've been taught your whole life to hold on.
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