This year's been
the longest on record
since records were kept.
Only November yet, it feels
like it always was. This has gone
on forever, and will continue
to. But we'll make it through,
like stones wearing away
as the long, slow-motion days
pound crashing down upon us,
as the saltwater seconds
roll down so slow
they're overtaken by hours.
As the sun sinks inevitably,
eventually low. Night comes
soon enough, at least,
but we know how long
it lasts. We'll make it
through, we know.
But in this moment
neither of us knows
how to. Just hold,
hold steady, and we
will know.
One day, all our everyday
holding-out hope was for
will come true.
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