Reminiscing Worry

I sat in the chair and felt the soil sink in

The grass roots tearing beneath the metal

I looked at him and felt his thoughts

Like wind falling onto my eyes

I stared at the sun just above his head

And I began to cry

The sun tricked me in my own disguise

What have I done?

I stared at your eyes

Returning back to where I had begun

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