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This feeling is just temporary
I’ll be over this all soon
Any moment now
I won’t be lost in thought
For no reason other than
It’s just that way
This feeling is temporarily
Making me feel better
I am stuck between choosing a road
That I have gone down so many times before
I am used it
I could go the other way for once
He is there
Does he really know what he’s saying?
Is he trying hard to remember?
Is he sure he truly wants this?
Is he ready?
What makes him so different?
We’re all the same
I’ve discovered something I thought I had lost
Found it buried under concrete
Reached between the pipes a plumber had just put in
Finger nails dirty from digging in compost
Nails broke and fingers bled from harsh stone
Then a box with a combination lock
It took me a while to figure out the coded numbers
So obvious once I did
Torn socks in muddy shoes with torn laces
Appear before me
My eyes drawn upward
Jeans with holes in them
A shirt, hanging on by the threads