Searching

What do you wish for
When all the lights are off
And redemption
Is nowhere to be found?

Doesn’t the feeling of breaking apart
Sound so appetizing?
Like the things we sweep under the rug,
What will you do when the person you look for
No longer exists?

I’ve never found something as great as
Waking up at four in the afternoon
With nothing to worry about
But the milk in the fridge.

Searching

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