Falling Apart

The current is a gentle tug,

Recenter, but

Sometimes I am not buoyed

Spiral, down

Apart, drift

Breaths, slow,

yoga sans mats is not the same

I remember his brown eyes

That is all

Windswept landscape,

How long can you actually lie to yourself?

The tug of distance,

If you pull hard enough

If you breathe slow enough

You will still feel yourself in this slow

Recession

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