When I go back,
I am not sure
where
I
will be.
This has all been so complicated
Confusing,
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
acceptance
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,
confused.
If you are looking for me
still,
know
that I am a shade
of both,
none and all;
Always.
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