Better from far away

I ask you where home is
what home was like –
in hopes that somehow
I’ll learn I’ve been
looking in the wrong place
for you. That there’s
still hope to find anything
at all. But you’re deleted.
and not in the way I wish I
could. As I am certain that
I am overdue for flight again.

_ better not knowing

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