21 Sivan 5772
A little piece of my soul
crept down my cheek
and fell,
falling,
falling,
falling,
through empty space
filled with nothing
except that sometimes
it was filled with hugs
and laughter
but really, it was empty.
And my little piece of soul
fell
until it struck a table
and then it could fall no more.
It is gone, that piece,
and my soul is something else now,
or rather,
it is more a part of me,
but in a new way
because I have given it up.
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