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Waiting for you I am standing like

slowing down to get a better view of the ground under our feet,

waiting for the snow in July.

I like me better when I’m with you,

I can’t seem to create as much as I cry

but I still love the ache because it’s something.

Here I can trick myself,

I’m brave and bold and bulletproof,

I’m more than counting dimensions like falling asleep

and I run out of spaces to call home.

Home.

We can hang so much from four letters.

Sometimes I forget to say I’m coming home.

I just want you to know that I am halfway there.