to live

I thought I was living

doing everything I could

to make the whole week matter

not be the interlude of dull

work stress death taxes graft

between the weekends

& all I was doing

was holding on

to you to nothing but air

forgetting to breathe feel

feel the wind sky sun

& now still

I hold on

to memories of that something

not quite real

but my interpretation of

rather than living in today

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