Still

I rise from my bed at 0444,

thinking of the day ahead;

still there is her;

I dress and make my morning juice drink,

get in my car and drive to work,

going over all the things

I want to accomplish throughout the day;

still there is her;

I watch the day come and go,

traveling on the road lying in-between,

making connections and departures

in a world where nothing is as it seems;

still there is her;

and I wonder if she knows,

if she understands the reasons

behind decisions, which were not as easy

as they might have seemed,

but in the final analysis;

does it matter?

so I pretend as if it was all just part of the game,

the way it was meant to be,

laughing and smiling at everything and everyone,

doing the only things I know how to do,

being the only person

I know how to be,

a stranger,

inside a dark and foreign land,

and still;

there is her.

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