indignity

around 4 am it finally comes,

it takes longer now,

slower, deliberate,

more mindful,

this is how it is,

the way it was meant

to be;

recovery is never quite

the same;

I remember those things,

no one knows, no one cares,

hot summer nights,

stars shining in the sky,

fresh and clean,

your skin, soft and warm,

your touch;

like a long lost friend;

the end draws closer,

not much longer now,

I am ready,

all the bags are packed,

I have been waiting a

very long time,

soon the indignity will stop,

the suffering fade;

soon enough,

soon enough;

a quiet, peaceful sanctuary

amidst the storm,

a final sleep, before the

breaking dawn.

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