Anymore

I drift at the edges of true interaction.

I am here, but I am not here.

My heart doesn't live here, 

anymore.

My heart has moved away

and left me, a shell, behind.

I'm trying to grab the precious moments

as they fall like stars, into my lap.

But they feel like someone else's.

I don't want to be here.

I don't want to behave,

anymore.

I can't do it, this Thing. This act of normalcy 

in a place I feel I no longer fit, 

anymore.

So I wander without direction 

without true joy, as a shadow 

seeking its owner.

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