the morning fogged over in sympathy.
you’re gone again. 
i’m alone again.
stretched thin
as i face another round
of self-reliance,
i curl into myself
trying to find
some comfort.
i am internal, quietly still,
waiting for what was
to be again.
i am one long sigh,
i am hugs on hold.
hurry up world, and turn.
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