running through my head
though there are no friends to reach
it hurts again
a conversation
a laugh on the other end of the line
a new house
photos of courtyards, sunlight and gravel
"yes, it's a perfect ... yes i'm jealous"
crying on the phone
obviously not
missing what ...
the comfort
the moments of joy and pride
we worked on it
we got it right
what do i do now, throat tight, nose dripping
I hide my head like a child
are you reading this?
are you there?
why do i bother?
empty behind the eyes
I didn't make it out the door and up the street
to lose myself in the evening crowds
i wasn't ready even for that
my eyes sting
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