Let these wasted minutes

[hours, days, weeks]

fill the room so slowly.

Let me suffocate

[go on & breathe deep]

on all my wasted efforts.


I've begun to think of other ways

[checking them off one by one]

to smother out this loneliness.

The pages of this book fill

[a new page every day, a new page every day]

with broken language for the lost.


But I'm not lost, I'm not lost.

I know just where I am

& just where I want to be.

It's the mileage in-between,

it's the mileage in-between.

The End

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