(un)held

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if i were to
disappear—

my visage transparent,
clear—

would it, as a dis,
appear?

would it well up
fear

or would some
cheer?

most, i’m afraid,
would sneer

and eventually
forget their peer.

regardless, it’s become
clear

i was never held as
dear

enough for anyone to hold
near.

POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Mind’s Maze collection.

© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

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