every day

just doing the things you got to do

otherwise all else

is just to sit & cry

& nobody wants that from you

not seeing the world from your eyes

all they want to hear you say is fine

while inside

everything you held with her

has shrivelled & died

& though you’ve been here before

knowing one day you’ll wake up

this cluttered head will be clear

that my brother seems

such a long way from here

if one foot in front of the other

is all you can do

keep the safety of routines

& wait & wait

keep the breathing thing going

the world to reappear

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