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Carrying On
I do not write the dreams I keep
they walk beside me, soft and deep.
No names, no dates, no need to know,
just shadows falling where I go.
A face, a place, a tone, a trace
the world reshapes with ghostly grace.
Not warning signs, nor fates demand,
just echoes reaching for my hand.
No puzzle here, no plan to chase,
just fleeting warmth I can't replace.
They come, they pass, they settle on
and that's enough to carry on.