The feeling begins as a small ache in the heart
And then sinks to sit, not uncomfortably, inside the stomach
It isn’t expected,
But not exactly unexpected either
Like a friend come to visit,
Who didn’t call ahead
But who you kind of figured was coming
It is a weight, and an ache
But not quite a pain
It’s being grown up in a way
The reason adults don’t smile quite as carefree as you did
On the playground
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just heavy
It’s sad
Not the sad where you almost cry
The sad where you know it deserves tears
But you also know it’s not worth it
The feeling comes when you realize
The world is unfair
Not a selfish realization
Not that you won’t always get what you want
Not that some people have more of what you want
It’s when you realize
The world isn’t cruel to those who deserve it
It hurts those who don’t
Don’t
Don’t deserve pain
It’s a shame that settles
In the stomach
And sits like an old friend
Who didn’t call ahead
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