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How your death shifted everything.
Split me off from that part of myself
once lithospheric with part of you –
began the drift that would detach me
from a continent of memories
raised by the years of our colliding.
I felt the deformation at once;
registered the seismic crack of grief
in the plates of my skull. No longer
isostatic; landmass of our shared
world cleaved yet cleaving. A natural
event, but occurring out of time.
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