Falling up

And sometimes you find yourself wandering alone in a crowded city.

The light 

The breeze

The angry bikes

The busy people

This city is small enough for you to encounter someone you used to know

And big enough for you to lost someone you want to stay.

Your body is falling apart, your heart is melting

You wish you could write a song 

A poem

But your writing sucks 

Just like your big heart

Big things need time to mend.

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