On a plant that dries out
On a letter that refuses to write itself
A branch that won't break
A key that won't turn
A hair knot
Your hands fall beside your body, limply
You're tired of this infinite sadness that takes over me
Sometimes
Nostalgia,
Details, mostly people.
I don't shout, don't break, don't cry
Just tired fingers, ears eyes
Don't let me
Light
The spark
In my voice.
I miss everybody, especially you
-T
-T
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