An Offhand Fashion

Everything hurts

Just a little

On all fronts

It adds up 

A lot

I’m sure most 

Of you know

I’m worrying

About the future

Not that it was

Looking promising

And my bones ache

Just a tired

Physical reality

And I miss you

Just in an

Offhand fashion

I miss most people

The same

But it is still

True

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