Time to Come

I know you're not yourself as of now

My being here doesnt help the sorrow

So, I give you space

Space to let healing take place

But instead, you worry

You worry because you think I'm filled with furry

When in reality I'm scared of what's to come

And, in my head, I have conversations to predict the outcome

I love you, and your disposition

I've said it many times before and will continue the repetition





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