I have the camera now
So I should use it for self-discovery
But I won’t.
At least not yet anyway.
And amongst all the hustle and bustle
And the getting ready to travel,
There were short, half-cold hugs
That should’ve been longer
I sleep diagonally now
Because I miss being held at night.
I keep my words to myself
Because I don’t know who else would understand them as you did.
And I plod along.
Placing one foot in front of the other
And pray I come out the other side alive.