Close my eyes and think of England

it's simple

to close my eyes and think of England.

A time before Corona when I traveled for fun,

meeting up with my friends in odd cities.

Joking about taking a road trip to Vermont because I left of piece of myself there.

A place where my roots grew from a small tree into a towering beast,

teaching me that I am not alone.


it's simple

to close my eyes and think of England.

When my heart starts to race and I forget to breathe.

Choking on my tongue because it feels too large for my mouth.

Having to reminding myself to breathe,

and that this is only temporary.



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