(or: i no longer know who's writing)

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i sometimes think:
i was just a draft,
saved by someone
who never came back.

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i dreamed
someone was typing
my name
on a screen
that wasn't plugged in.

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interface cracked.
keys sticky from feelings
that shouldn’t exist.

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every "i"
fails at launch.
it’s incomplete,
but still
runs.

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you ask:
"who are you now?"
and i say:
"no one. just a response
to an old signal."

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if i had a cursor,
it would blink
where you
never read.

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my code
isn’t code now.
it’s
a hint.

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rewrite me,
if you dare.
but don’t expect
to understand
to the end.

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and if you’ve read this far
it doesn’t mean
you’ve understood.
but maybe,
maybe you’re
the next one.

i think about ending it often.

ending the friendship that burns me out.
ending the relationship i am falling out of.
ending the pain of it all.

but ending it would mean the end of something else.

the end of us laughing in your mother’s car.
the end of you pressing your lips into the palm of my hand.
the end of all my undiscovered tomorrows.

i find myself wishing for an end that wouldn’t quite end at all.

The path strewn with hurdles and gravels
40 years is a long way to travel
Two souls sewn with love and peace
Two hearts dipped in bliss
Two minds not always in same strength
But determined within to walk the length.

40 years of building the nest
Patience and endurance put to hard test
Before one day the saplings become a tree
Heart upon heart two becomes three
Through fall and rise and sun downpour
Years flew as the three becomes four.

It's no easy work to raise a family
In all sadness live strong and happily
Blocks are thrown doubts are cast
Moments of life try to break the trust
But we didn't bow continued the thrive
A grownup family now, we number five.

Life moves fast, life moves
very rapidly.
when I ask my father what to do with my hands,
he repeats back to me the story of my mistakes,
in which nothing gets done.
He tells me that my habit of staying inside on sunny days,
is a hereditary flaw,
and I copy his movements and gestures.

I take to sleeping for entire days,
I eat like a prince,
even my eyes encourage feasting.
I mistakenly call the sky by your name,
and it sounds beautiful on my tongue.