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Have you ever been in the presence of a lover and yet, you miss them?

You feel your connection existing in nostalgia. Your relationship is suspended at a temporal distance. Fleeting. There but not there.

You're physically in the moment but you feel outside of it. Vivid yet unreachable.

The bittersweet acceptance of the end of one reality in favour of another.

A funeral for an ending, an alchemy of new possibilities.

The background was intuitively painted, in the presence of a lover. They looked at it and said "It looks like a burger." I said "yeah, a hot burger."