It is a slow moving white cloud at first
Staring, watching it turn from light to dark
A sad feeling creeps into me like thirst
Overwhelms a tongue in a desert far
From water; I lose my resolve again
Even while telling myself to look up
My insecurity begins to blend
With the heaviness of sighs like a cup
Full of thick cream with coffee stirred around
Making the sweet taste less than appealing
Aromas of bitterness linger, sounds
Of tears suspend (hold back the real feelings)
Notice the amount of condensation
Falling when we end our conversation?
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