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I'm very thankful 

for early sunsets

so you can't see me 

holding back tears. 

Every day you get home

you bombard me with 

all the grievances

of your work day.

I am the soundboard

allowing you to bounce

your stress off me

while I take it in.

But I don't reciprocate

because what echoes

within my mind are 

the cries of my heart.

Those are too intimate

to share over dinner

so I keep them hidden

and retreat into myself.

Fall back isn't simply 

restricted to changing 

the time on the clock;

I've lost more than an hour.