My stop (thx for dropping me off)

Thought you’d be the one
to hold me to
fix me when I’m broken
down, having nowhere else to go.

I was wrong, you were
to busy holding on to
your unscathed own skin
chin up, while walking past me.

I still wonder what
ship will arrive, prevent me from drowning
which hope to cling to in order to
walk on. But I will.

Even without you.

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