Hush

Darling, I’m okay.

The rain still falls.

The sun still shines.

The poet still writes.

The lovers still hold.

The lonely still smokes.

The lungs still breathe.

The druggies are still high.

The moon is still listening.

The wolves are still howling.

And the diva is still sleeping.

I think I’m no different.

I’ll always be okay,

even if I’m not.

You are a story I cannot write,

but I’d read you anyway.

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