afraid of...
breaking down
maybe even tearing
or even afraid of...
lying still
lying still
to remember
everything
memories
fall
like rain, like a storm
ceasing, but coming back again
afraid of
looking
at the stillness
of your own reflection
afraid
of realising in that reflection
that something is missing
something wiped clean off
happiness
i miss you
could i miss you more?
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