Neglected

We are halfway through.

The middle of a contradictory year.

She has only just begun; she has taken her sweet time; she is over; she has flown.

Slow and quick, and not in turn - one after the other - but all at once.  A moment is a century is a second, and then it ends: the anticlimactic collapse of a monumental, undefinable thing.  

It fooled us again, didn't it?

An exhausting whirlwind.

A steady build-up.

A pause.

The thoughts in your head are too many to keep.  

A grasp to retain, a longing to release.  

This frantic, happy, despairing, hope.

You realize, as if by accident,

That something at the very core of you has been neglected. 

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