The days march on
like an army of ants -
unerring, undeterred -
and I follow,
reluctant,
unsure if I am walking
towards you
or further away.
I trail the sun around the day,
- rising, setting -
and I start to wonder if
it is still the same sun we see
or if we are already
moving in different galaxies.
I breathe, I cry,
I smile
(sometimes).
I go on.
[But without you here,
it does not feel,
like I live.]















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