I wonder if everytime
someone dies
there are minimal,
hyper-brief instants
of micro-sadness
in all the nights of the world.
Most of the times, of course,
we don’t even realize,
but some other times,
the next morning,
we may be able
to understand that
little unexplained sigh,
that unseen flashing in the sky
the night before.
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