Bright lights, shiny tile walkways, sterile scent of retail

Slowly I stroll through

Vacant spaces filled with an arid anxiousness

A small crowd forming around a sharp corner

I find a quiet place at an empty gate, settling in

I swirl my cold coffee cup between my fingers in absence

Feeling the icy condensation run off my palm

Realizing perhaps I never really thought of any of this through

Driven by pain, emotion, heartache, sheer will

Emerging from my haven

My beautiful little world

I'm not ready

Rest and breathe, feel

Then run until you can't anymore

Run fast

Run far

But first, I must wait


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