The Endless Summer

impostor syndrome

that summer
seemed to last forever

stalled

in the hot decline
where only the feistiest flowers
thrived in ditches
and blackberry bushes
steeped
in humid air

i woke
from the sweet ether
of denial
only to be
broken
by self-doubt

love
is a tough thing,
very often

you
were the
closest
to home
i had felt
for years

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