between the lines

The words, formulated,
and meaningful,
are spoken to me,
and to me,
they make sense.

I’m supposed to do this,
and that,
and so,
that’s what I do.

But alas,
there was another message:
and completely unrecognizable to me.

And so,
she left,
and here,
I remain,
still trying to figure out what just happened.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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