my fingers tap nervously
not too loudly though
a murmur in the night
to match the pounding of my heart
time contextualizes my inadequacy
days become months then years
but every minute makes it worse
sleepless wandering leads me back
a school with an endless hallway
the fields we wandered together
but I always return alone
only ghosts to keep me company
faded figures in the windows
gone by morning
-Zero
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