Numb

It's 3am.
You give up.
You say I'm not worth it.
I just shrug, no tears to shed.

I go for a walk on this gray, misty morning.
The icy wind stings my face.
I am numb.

I dreamt about you last night.
You were hiding in bed as I walked through your door.
We talked and held each other after you made your presence known.
A man and a woman interrupted our conversation.
They were cleaning.

I wake up in a haze.
Maybe I have given up, too.
The icy wind stings my face.
I am numb.

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