May Showers (Loving You)

My vision is under the weather.
I’m slicing unforgiving air, bouncing through crowded
hallways, stepping over broken dreams as they
ruminate over my foiled backup plans.
Finding me in the reflection of warped porcelain.
Finding myself waiting at home — don’t hold your
breath — I’m not coming home until you’re alone.

(© 2022 AC)

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