I can't find that place anymore. Because you are here now. I no longer own my nights, to be frolicking and not trying hard, to be kept awake by my racing heartbeat. There was a time when I could leaf through ten magazines, when I could settle into hours of gluing, cable tv on. But now, I do not own those times. You have assured me you want no part in dictating which side of the light I play on.
But I still stand here with my hands out, making a cup shape, holding something invisible.
It's up to me how long I will stay. Only I can extend this offering and keep myself, for so long, from getting back to me.
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