Instinct

I have a tendency to mourn
well before the loss is real.
I feel the quiet hollow
before the space is empty.
Whether it’s that I’m finally listening
to my gut after all these years
or it’s some kind of intuition,
I can feel it —
that subtle shift
of molecules in the air
that signals something old leaving,
something new about to arrive.
I breathe in deeply
and feel full for a moment
just before the long and lonely exhale.

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