United by the things we don't see.
Yet, divided by the feeling of disbelief.
Evaporated away like dandelions in flight.
Joyless create ways to make it through another night.
Smoke on the staircase and the pain of the wait...
Time is excruciating and steadily pecked away,
By the birds and the breeze and the arms out of reach.
The nest is safe because we're not ready.
We are connected by more than security.
Temporary, our minds get no release.
Waxing like the full moon and wanting for the best.
We walk away with nothing and hope it was just a test.
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