I shy away from a bursting bubble of cold air
and clutch my coffee closer,
searching for the familiar feeling that crawls down my spine,
leaving me for sleep.
But all I can feel now is
the wailing trumpet of blues
hugging me tight as if to
keep me from running out the door into
the cloudy sky and
the dim lighting that weighs on my shoulders
as if to tell me,
“slow down,
life won’t run away from you,
only you can run away from life.”
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