I wandered around in my little shell, lost.
What was the point? You were the sun anyways.
And trudged, staring at feet that moved too slowly.
Counting down hours, seconds, from a trecherous clock.
But you looked down for a few minutes and pulled my chin level.
I knew it wouldn't last long, but I smiled through the whole thing so as to not let my insides tear.
And now you're gone again.
Enevitable, but you wouldn't know from my face. Or wouldn't if I let you see it.
And I am become encased once more.
Hating the days, minutes, hours that seem to run backwards as the walls scream and I drown.
I'm only out when you're here.
The rest is all madness, a house with no curtains, the windows with the glass blown out and the walls stripped bare.
Empty, once more, all over again.
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