this is not my
life.
I am not the one
you see
moving
through
the shadows
of the day.
these are not
my hands
lying quiet
in the sun
across the table
from you.
my patience has
turned into sorrow.
I am no longer
who I used
to be. I have
moved on
without me.
I leave nothing
behind.
I take nothing
with me.
this is not
my life.
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