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Drifting

I can feel the ground
slip out from beneath me.
I can feel you
just inches from my grasp.

We used to be so close.
but now I feel
like I’m drifting slowly



slowly, slowly

I wish I knew how
to hold on tight.
I wish I knew how
to talk to you tonight.

I wish I knew how
to anchor myself to the floor.

Instead of feeling myself float out the door.





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