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Questions, You Sit Wondering At Night

…What do I do with it all?

this is the way out

still moments stolen from you, thoughts you never saw
coming.  the quiet, creeping along the edges like the little things
you whispered in cool breaths; faded ghosts, dissipating sounds
upwards and away, a hazy sheen broken.  between inhalations
you see clearly, i’m standing across from you.
…in the background, the cars pass by.