IX. Message in a Bottle, #2

When I go back,
I am not sure
will be.

This has all been so complicated


Not sure exactly
Where I lost track
and took a wrong turn
into an ocean

I am planning my tomorrows,
I am just
not sure

What pieces
I pick up
at the door,
And walk out.

I guess I am trying

Just not sure if that means

not meeting you
Half way

I do not hope here
Because hope
got me here
and keeps me here

and there, 

If you are looking for me



that I am a shade

of both,

none and all;


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