80 days since i've last felt home
in its most natural state
window serenades
with its fog seeping through the cracks
i havent gotten used to the mist
but the days have
ate its way out of grasp
they are no longer available
to hold
with loose fingertips
and words of advice
they have seeped through cracks
in brain cells
just membrane
80 days have floated through
mist
like fogged up memories
i can still taste their words
hear the beauty
they touch me with
leave me in awe
it is autumn now
late summer is 80 days old
happy birthday
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