In the Moment

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Some call it acceptance,

but I think of it as freedom:

facing my future without sorrow.

He has not been present for 487 days,

and I think I have not been present just as long.

I am never in the moment,

always in-between;

living for the next phone call

or the next time I get to see

the only person in this world I would die for.

All the struggles that lay before me

are a gift, a blessing that will allow the chance

that I might resume my life,

that I might live in the moment, finally.

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