I'm here. I am
with you—
through the highs, the lows, the in-betweens,
under the whirr of your daily routine.
I’m the unsolved remainder of your calculations,
the sinking in the pit of your stomach,
the blind alley at the end of your ways.
When you’ve hit the dead end,
it's me, silly, you've found at last.
I'm not your needs but I’m in them.
You need me—
not a…
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