Cancer - Summer Vacation

somewhere between the morning rise to end.

i stumbled with a notion and came home with a package saying

«hey!

i’m right here!

wanting to be fulfilled».

we wait, wither, and die and it bothers no one.

looking through a mirror, we read from reflection.

scale self-worth to you.

i can see you and what you mean to me.

somewhere misplaced, trapped in some daydream.

i trembled at your smile as it turned into a blank.

the match slowly dies and leaves behind a dance

of twisted rising envelopes to elope my form and figure.

come in closer, let me soak you in while i find resolution.

sure definitive.

forgotten document.

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