A mindshift
Mental preparation, perhaps
For the journey to a new old neighbourhood
So intimately tied to you
That I'm surprised it didn't just
Up and leave
The moment you did
Sneak in the back seat
Hidden under all your black
A sinking feeling in my stomach
Replacing the rock thats nesting
(Do rocks hatch?)
And I want to just
Sit here and cry
Because sometimes
Nothing is ever enough
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