the places I go will pass beneath my feet and I'll walk one step at a time until I find that I never needed to walk any further than the place I already am.

(it was your birthday today, and I didn't even wish you a happy one. It was a deliberate choice, because I couldn't bring myself to speak to you. But that doesn't mean I didn't want to. I'll do it here. Not that you read this. Happy birthday, baby.)

(unpublished poem)

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