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It comes in the middle of the night
Maybe this is comfort
Maybe this is song
something is new
we can give in to to the warmth we give
without asking questions of each other
There is nothing to say.

everything is broken
and there’s no going back
all there is is nothing
and we’re all alone

There’s nothing we can do here
no mistakes we can mend
there’s no going back
and no going forward

They’d call this a fresh start
but that implies there isn’t anything behind us
so we’ll stand in empty rooms
wondering where it all went
and what we’re going to do now

In close comfort
anxiety needs to be excised
Hold me closer
…closer
remind me what it is like to breathe again
breathe the scent of forgotten moments
breathe in the taste of lavender and lilacs
on a spring day
come here
and remember what it is to breathe.

A girl lay on the road
feeling the wet concrete
wet from tears
happiness or sadness, she didn’t know

The cat in the corner lay staring
half asleep
with a look of disapproval on it’s face

A girl walks down the street
barefoot
sidestepping asphalt for grass
the blades dig into her skin
cutting out her fears

The boy lay far away
lost in a dream, breathing deeply
Dreams of rainforests and fishing

A girl opened a cabinet
looking for her heart
only to find a can of tuna
and a jar of deep breaths

The mother cut tomatoes
hands aching
knowing she wanted nothing more and nothing less

A girl fell asleep
breathing deeply and waiting for her heart
to come back home