I scrape my hands until the bleed
Flat on the ground
Open and begging before me
For someone to come and say its okay
But none come, so I remain here
Breathing in the silence
Combing through the memories
For just one glimpse into what went before
Kvetching to the moon about the problems of my past
Waiting for an answer though I know one won't come
She says close your eyes, it will all disappear
So I do, but it's just me standing there next to the empty chair
Swaying to the music I have made up in my mind
And I realize life is just a waving feather
Time still exists
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