Scarcity

I’ve been both busy and yet not. At least not in that way.

Bobbing at the surface of life.

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The room created in my body, with the removal of impossible expectations,

Expectations, carried like a sandbag my entire life, lay at my feet, still unmet.

I can breathe.

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I didn’t expect to be seeing me clearly, as if for the first time.

I love and miss you.

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My soul rattles with thoughts that I may lose you again.

When responsibilities outweigh opportunities to know you.

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I cry. I long to stay with you.