we're all waiting
for numbness to be
measured out
averted eyes
treading silence
forgetting the color
of black
afraid of sinking
into the void of
absence
we're dreaming of
sunshine
staring at floors
and walls full of
perfect family
waiting room photos
and if we stare long
enough
we'll be pretty and
good and rich
and we'll place ourselves
in those photos
we still wouldn't belong
but no one will know
we thought we possibly
could
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