o ship setting out on a distant voyage,
why don’t I miss you the way other people do
after you’ve vanished from sight?
because when I don’t see you, you cease to exist.
and if I feel nostalgia for what doesn’t exist,
the feeling is in relationship to nothing.
it’s not the ship but our own-selves that we miss.
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