Blank

Blank mind
Stares at blank word doc
Zombie mode it is this time

Feeling lost, bereft
Am loath to see him travel
Even though I know

Ultimately
I have to go
Make it alone

How to muster
Courage, make this
Wayward heart comprehend

Side by side
Heeding own pipers
We meet, collide, whine, dine

Such
Is my quandary
Never you mind~

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