There it is. There you are. My day was brightened by your departure. Now you're back. I thought maybe you were gone for good. But you came back, waltzed right in as if you were comfort. As if I were dependent. You brought the damn clouds with you. I wish you would get out, turn around and walk out. But around your neck and in the palm of your hand, is something I want. Something I feel as if I need. Something that keeps you coming night and day. There you are, standing in my way. There it is wrung from your neck, and dripping from your hand. There it is. There you are.
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