The Nest

Since you left, this apartment got smaller. Like you packed away the space you existed in, and carried it off with you. A whole world by your side, in a purse. What you left are echoes of questions drifting in a fog, hoping you’ll return to rescue them. Just like me. I don’t feel like a mother bird, after her baby…

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