You cut off all of your hair
Got heavy
Real life'd for a while
Come "home" soon
Or else I'm scared we'll all float
apart
Find me. I found you already
And there's not much more I can say
or do
Taste the switches in the air
positive
negative
More negative than positive:
It will probably storm soon.
But you knew that already--
there's not much I can tell you about anymore
Without sounding like a stranger
Did you push me away on purpose?
Let me loose, grow me up?
Sometimes I worry that if we stop talking, for just one second,
It will all fade into the past
A sentence,
A phrase,
"What once was, and is now no longer."
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