Manchild

I was dreaming I was back working
Around people

I developed a nervous tick again

I started thinking about
Where did I park my truck
Someone is talking at me

There it is. My bottom lip makes a clicking sound

I was dreaming it was my old job
Before the therapy and drugs
And that cold stomach
And the bed wetting

The sound of my lip woke me
To my sweat soaked

I was dreaming

I still had her

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