In
The hour of need
Through a lost smile
A broken thought
A disturbed self
A withheld tear
A tremulous beat
A stifled sob
A torn self
A cold hand
A decision to quit
I needed you
Just beside me
Yet
In shadows cast of yours
Across empty chairs
And a frozen table
I repeat small fly dictum
Fail to hold to it
I withdraw within
A little too far
A distance
Sudden grown.
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