like clockwork

and so the world

falls apart

or so it seems

i am in

a coffee shop

as always

seems to be

where i am

every day

almost.

like clock work

i have

i am

that old woman

who still dreams

of stories

universes

of being heard

being listened to

being understood.

like always

i think

of all

of you

unlike myself

i find

i have stopped

thinking

of whether

you think

of me

too.

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