I Wish Patience Wasn’t a Virtue

A subtle reminder
I need to recede:
The bar disappears
But the fading
Is very real.
For once, I want to run
And not apologise.
I want to read a book
And leave the strobe lights.
The call of water and sleep
Is almost too much to bear.
Is it the conversation?
Your familiar smell?
It will be a year since you left
Tomorrow.
I haven’t waited…
But I’ve bated my breath
And hated myself more for it.

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