it wears jeans and a sweatshirt,
to accommodate for the changing weather.
it reads on the weekends,
always checking its watch – reading and rechecking.
it sits and waits patiently,
like a polite customer, uncomplaining and unwavering.
it notices the first limp in step,
and circles round to replace it like an old friend.
it nuzzles into the space
my confidence left vacant.
it moves when I move
and breathes when I leave.
it settles behind my eyelids,
haunting me every time I blink.
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