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I’m reaching back in my mind for a place that’s no longer there. Reaching back with my heart for another that’s stopped beating long ago.

I put my hands out in the dark, searching for the light switch. Grasping blinding, waiting to touch something in the void before me. Inching forward, until suddenly my outstretched fingers jam against a wall, or dresser, or something else I was not expecting to find–something I was not looking for–and I am left in the dark, cradling my hands, frustrated and lost, but still looking.