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Unraveling.
Rusted.
Deconstructed.
A slow undoing.
Never seen day to day.
Week to week even.
Slow. So slow.
Lost, without traveling.
Perhaps that is part of it.
The staying in one place.
Waiting too long.
It is time.
To shrug.
To remember.
To move,
scrape off the debris.
Don’t count on others to do.
they won’t.
But you can.
Even with all that is lost,
you can
be
more
Again.