Of course there's nothing wrong with you-
I look away when you tear up the curtains
and I don't sew them back up
until I can't bear the sun and I've forgotten
how they got on the floor.
You'll just sit with it burning in your eyes
as you tell me about the river you saw.
I'll smile because I saw it from higher
and tell you I wish I was there with you.
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