Days like this

Days that feel

you’re wrong and low.

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Days when

words get stuck

in your dry throat…

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Days like this,

when fog is thick

and humid-cold.

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Nothing much

to say about.

—

Look at you—

you, days like this.

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Slow steps,

and often pauses,

to let the air

brush on my face.

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Let my eyes

watch steady—

here.

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Let myself

touch—

now.

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© Quiet Reminders