This one is not going to be a poem. I am not sure what it is going to be yet. I am not sure of anything. I may have just heard a shot. Maybe it was only a firework? How come? It is not New Year’s Eve yet. Could have been an audio fail. Could have been anything after being alone for too long. I am getting worried. That is not a pleasant feeling. I don’t like the type of person I am tonight.

Anxious and waiting.

I said no more poems tonight.

But who can I relate to

if I have never cried?


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