How many keep rushing back
As if they'd forgotten something
They can't remember
When they get here
No idea what urgency
Compels them to return
Unless uncertainty itself
The sense of something missing
That makes going on
Impossible without it
They stand there in the middle
Of the room stared at
By those who love them
Struggling to separate
Panic from wonder
The past unknown as the future
That something still unfound
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