Held Breath


United States
41° 38' 36.006" N, 87° 42' 44.4096" W

And then there's nothing.
That same nothing that lies
within our awkward silences.
That same nothing that keeps our defenses up.
The same nothing that was there
when we did everything we thought
would make us grown.

Paradise?... Lost.
And yes we were stupid, and
yes we made stupid mistakes
(no, we can't take them back),
and yes--we lost what made us...us.

And here we are. Now, I don't know
if we right, but I do know that even
though something was lost, something
was gained. And we may never be the same.

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