i draw from a well
i expect to dry up
it keeps giving,
when i return
i turn within
& enough is there
even a drop.
hello smile,
it’s been a while.
hello deep breath,
i thought you left me
along with sleep
and simple thoughts
can i have a conversation
about nothing
about weather.
tell me how you’re feeling.
stop worrying about me.
i don’t have words for these things.
in the morning,
i see the orange silence
the foggy highway
sleepy drivers
steam from coffee
empty stomach
in the morning,
thoughts are simple
but i still remember
and it stings
but doesn’t ruin everything.
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