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not so far away

you’re not far but
miles away
only a car ride but
i don't drive,
i'm a passenger seat voyager,
sometimes
i walk through empty streets
until my feet blister and bleed
my heels cry i’ll let them weep
for another day or week or month
maybe a year or two
band aids dont work
for these kinds of wounds i’ve made
you’re far if i count the steps it
takes to get to you but it’s 1:44 AM
and you’re fast asleep or in
a fist fight with the night
unaware that someone
is thinking about you
someone is writing about you




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