Sitting cross-legged
Wanting a cigarette
Beautiful violin and organ playing
Breathing steadily
In love with nothing and everything
Fingers scratched and forearm bruised
Cold air across my back
Ghosts staring at me sadly
Mirror frame cracked but not broken
Day late and a dollar short
Dreading the coming back to life
Unsure of what to do with the paintings
Left with too many tatters
No ability or thread to sew with
Aging quickly in spurts
Two otters holding hands
Tired eyes but no desire to sleep
Hoping I did the right thing
Mourning the loss
Missing the late nights
Seeing the future as filled with hardship
Alive despite my efforts
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