Thursday, November 17, 2011

Oh

Cynthia Zhang     November 17, 2011


Oh



For two straight nights

I stared at the darkness

In the room,

Awake till morning.



Thousands of times

I told myself:

It's not you.

It's not my anxiety

About you.

I feel real calm.



Then what is it?



It might be...

I cannot see you.

I cannot talk to you.

I cannot have you.



Oh.

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