Why I Stay

The way the snow settles on a winter evening,

When you are still grieving; but-

You have a good day.

A warm cup of tea

Is why I stay.

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Warm hugs

From people you haven't seen

In what feels like a millennia.

When your arms feel light

On a midsummer night

And you feel infinite

Is why I stay.

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Friends who will go out

Without a doubt

No care in the world

Driving at midnight

With no destination

Is why I stay.

Clocks

The ticking of a clock

Subtle, nearly silent

Eerie, yet calming.

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Enthralled by the clicks

Repetition of ticks

Make me feel whole

One thing is consistent.

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Until it stops,

The second hand pauses

Minute hand ceasing

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Time is fraying

Nothing can help it

The ticking stopped

And so will everything else.

Gash

I see the gash you’ve created

Down the center

Of my metaphorical heart

You are my private tormentor

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I bleed out for you

But you have no resolve,

No desire to help me.

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You want to admire what you’ve done

The monster you’ve created.

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Now this gash has closed,

My scars have faded

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But I’ll never forget

You made my prose decompose

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I couldn’t speak out,

Only freak out

In the discomfort

Of my own

“Home.”