Do I even know what I am thinking? And then fear
Starts niggling in.
What am I doing with this life left? This is rhetorical,
We all ask similar, always have. It is doing it alone
That is scary.
Where did I think I'd be, not yet there. True north was
The two of us, my compass is wonky, even if it no longer stays
"South" as long.
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