
our history
transposing my condition
transposing my condition
daily I breathe in
this new place
coming to terms with
seeing you, yet not
admiring content
with quiet
leaving the key
on an invisible band
around my neck
held close to my chest
quietly I breathe in
admiring content
seeing you, yet not
I don’t mind
I’ve gotten used to it
the glass case
looking through it
the shiver of a whisper
not enough to shatter
nothing getting through
sitting silent, watching
coming to terms with
seeing you, yet not
admiring
content
with
quiet
accepting the past
and admiring the present
accepting the past
and admiring the present
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