Late Reminders

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the texts I typed said

I’m not sorry but

I acknowledge I

overemotional loadbearing

fruit of a tree

watered naively with

object permanence

there there now

there forever

say it so

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sometimes you think

you are journaling for an audience but you speak

in second person primarily

so what’s that say about

you

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stepping to the brink of past consistencies

the kind that heals in the process

of laborous breathing to survive

but a mile up

inner gears greased by imagined warmth

its disappearing

so happens to remind why one circles back