This Is Not That

This is not the quietus you feel

When you lose something that’s real

Nor is it the dark that falls

When kind light is gone


This is not the guilt you drink

When you sit down to think

That you might have done more

Than let the gaffe fall to the floor


It is not the sinking drought of thought

When you know you should have fought

To keep the flame blazing bright

This is not that flaming light


It cannot be that taste of cheese

Or the beauty your keen eye sees

This is not where you lost this war

This is where you say “encore”



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