I must have lost my mind.
Must have been the overtime.
All the self-imposed worry and busyness.
How could I forget?
Then out of nowhere it hits like a Mack Truck.
The deafening shatter of everything else.
All is quiet.
Through what's been heard or said, I'm taken back.
Now it's just you and me.
You and me.
Life was simple.
Are you ever proud of me?
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