Love, Unrequited X
I’m short-sighted by trade
Can’t think more than 5 minutes ahead of myself
But with you
Only forever fired my synapses
A hazardous workplace
“24 hours since last accident”
Thoughts of you
I hope to make it another 24
It’s a start
Yes, I’m back on my bullshit
if you’re wondering
But that’s what’s liberating
A deep breath
It’s my bullshit
Not yours
I think for one whole
Not two halves
A tingling baptism
I’m getting feeling back
I rub the crust from my rested eyes
Run my hands up and down my grizzled cheeks
The reflection I see
In an honest mirror
Known and unknown
I can’t seem to place the face
That once-every-other-Thanksgiving-relative
An intruder in my own house
It’s me
Been a long time, friend
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