A train wreck on a sunny day
Rain on the day of my wedding
All chances
To make something good
Out of something bad
Nothing has changed
Except for my
Security
That I've relied on for the past...
Has it really only been one month?
It's all so simple
When we're on the 'phone.
Like nothing is different.
Except when I'm alone
In my bed
My face in my pillow
Tears on my breath
Heaving with unspoken sobs
How is it okay?
And how is it not?
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