I don’t know it’s just
The cold and the chill.
The cramping in my right leg at night,
Connecting to my hand making
Everything tremor.
It’s just
The part of me that looks
At the sea of faces and wants to detach.
Fresh air. Your face and your hair
And the kerb beneath us. Support.
And coffee
To heat a cold body and awake
A sleeping heart. You’re away.
Forget the crying in front of strangers,
Its’s over.
I dream of fields, the air,sun.
Your hand and my eyes looking at
You from underneath a hat.
I feel the ending of one time
And inhale freedom.
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