Probably

Probably

i'm the last single girl

probably not

but it seems that way

yesterday

probably tomorrow

today

counting minutes

hours

days

when to lose hope

invite despair

cry

when there is nothing else to do

busy myself with things

pushing away loneliness

but its a cloud

a mist

invisible

surrounding me in the middle of the night

where his hands used to be

probably never will be

again

pushing away fear

but its a hole

deeper it sinks

into me

where he used to be

i ache

hurt, waiting

and waiting to hear what i want

i won't

probably

moments distract me from it

memories jump in

but

i will forget

probably

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