Roxanne is Heavy -incomplete

I cried last night. It was of my own doing. Of my own design, but the tears didn’t feel like my own. A warm cooling left by a ghost. Sliding down my face as I lied there. Head on pillow. Hand on head. Tears on hand. Heart on repeat. I shouldn’t have typed the first two letters of your name. I should have just closed my eyes and dreamed of you. I still do. An affliction I can’t seem to shake. My shoulders are so heavy with this weight I’ve been carrying. Like Atlas, I’ve been given a duty by force. An oath.

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