I used to wake up
Not knowing where I was
The blur between days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Still here, but not really
Just a shadow of myself
No need to cry when you’re smiling
No need to ask for help
Disappearing in plain sight
Nobody had a clue
The blur between days
The only time
I don’t miss you
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Gail Fredricks
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Echoes
I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica246 days ago in Fiction
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