In anger at myself.

A month seems a long time. A
Chapter of my life, stolen
From me, because of my
Own foolishness.

A week passes slowly, far
Too slowly for my
Liking, but gradually the days
Pass, and a month is gone.

It's a painful exile, a
Month away from the only
Home I knew, the only place
Where I was me.

But now that month is
Ending, and I am going back
Home, to the family and friends I
Left behind.

The End

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