prompt: I'm scared that he no longer needs me and we will break up soonMature

It is the middle of the day but I am shivering,
thinking of an absence that hasn’t even shown itself.
I know I’ve grown fond of this quiet, of this
sweetness we’ve built here with just us two and
maybe I am covetous, having grown so used to it,
but the sun is calling and we have had so much dark
and safe that our roots are aching to stretch themselves
and we’ll never know how deep the earth goes
until we start to dig.

The End

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