Here Then Gone

I look up at the ceiling and see the shadow of the fan

Then I look to my right and see I'm holding your hand.

How did that happen?

How did you get here?

You were at home the last time I knew.

Suddenly you disappeared.

I move my hand and feel nothing but hot heavy air.

You were just here I can swear to it.

But you disappeared.

Guess you really are there when I need you.

Whether you want to be or not.

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