I'm not aware
It's not that I'm not there,
It's that I wasn't,
Before.
I wasn't there,
To hear you cry,
To keep you company
Before your goodbye.
I lost the air inside my lungs,
The minute you hung up,
I came undone.
The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...
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