It’ll be fine
Remember there’s nothing wrong.
Just let it happen
There’s nothing going on.
Wanting comfort,
But knowing there is none to be had.
Just wanting to be held
It’s nothing that needs attention.
I wipe the tears
Blow my nose
And rise from my fetal position.
I’m better
Not knowing the reason
Why it started
Nor why it ended.
But it’s over, and that’s all that matters.
Never to spoken of
Never to be seen.
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