on the same side of the room
watching the pens
move across my page
and yours
just sitting still in silence
like the changes that have come before
this one too feels a wrench
unscrewing the thoughts in my mind
too early to tell if its a relief
or if its a burden
but i feel like i can breathe again
that there is light
at the end of this tunnel we travel
in the afternoon light i see
you're not for me
yet in the morning gray
i am unsure
do i let you go
like a scarf over the water in the wind
do i hold onto a memory of a feeling
like holding onto scent
i try to stand still
and think of you
in a different way
some days i think it works
but it's still a task of mine
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