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4 Years

And in the blink of an eye–
or perhaps several–
rather in the pregnant pause during which long day becomes longer night;
rather through the oceans of tears, the choruses of broken sobs;
rather between a long series of desolate, restless naps,
and the collective hours on hours of drowning in half-consciousness–
four years have gone by.
In the exchange of a half-hearted smile,
the offer of a hollow laugh,
a joke only laughed at in politeness,
a lifetime slipped through my fingers.
Like sand, like dirt, like water,
time slips away, compresses between my palms, sustains my existence
scratches the skin, stains the fingernails, drowns me daily.
The passing of a single instant
is the passing of 4 years.

No passage of time will ever be enough to leave my brother behind.

Rest in peace, brother mine.



I have an MA in Publishing, Literature & Writing, with special emphasis on digital publishing and web development. I also have a BA in English Language & Literature with a minor in Linguistics. I am interested in the social impact of literature, LGBTQIA+ media, intersectional feminism and sociolinguistic analysis. I host a queer-focused book club, and have a bad habit of buying ten times more books than I will ever be able to read.

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