are your ghosts fending for you
as you are for them?
every conversational interpolation
chasing you out of empty rooms
you are spent upon language
all the right words misheard
hurt people hurting people
unintentional pacts of suicide
growing gratefully distant
all you have is constantly waiting
all you have is constantly holding on
healing upon healing
change upon change
will you ever really have time
to catch your breath before the next?
there never needs to be an everything
it’s okay to not be enough for some
you are more than enough for most
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