The family you don't have

one day you started to care 

for the family you don’t have 

it hit you all at once 

you saw them everywhere

 

saw her face in his face

saw yours in theirs 

started to read her expressions

couldn’t stop connecting 

 

and in your solitude 

something started to bend 

started to crack 

where the light came in 

 

and the family you don’t have

saw themselves in you 

they couldn’t let on 

had other things to do

 

you felt a conflict 

with things tightly held 

but you walked lighter

Through the city map  

◄ things called you

Quiet Contemplation ►

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