4.

questions i wish i were asked:

do you need help?

can you describe the process of grieving alone?

is there something you never got to tell me?...

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by myself in a coffee shop,

trying to separate work from home.

hoping to spend those fruits traveling--

painting till death--

but for now, still sowing the seeds.

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caretaker: tell me how your heart is.

peacemaker: tell me how you feel.

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by myself folding the laundry,

trying to separate independence from love,

hoping to be understood somehow,

instead of being treated like some prodigy.

but for now, still making a home.

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proofreader: show me words you cannot find.

impromptu teacher: i can show you the way.

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by myself driving home from university,

trying to separate myself from responsibility,

wondering if i left a piece of my life in the computer lab.

wondering if i keep turning the volume knob,

i can reach the upper limit somehow.

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wondering whose burden is mine to carry.

wondering if i buried a piece of my mind inside that casket.

wondering what year i am living in.

wondering if the light i just passed was green.

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by myself writing a poem

trying to separate prose from meter,

wondering if i am trying too hard to say something simple,

but hoping that i am still being heard.