Silent questions

It was not when I tasted the tear drop
Nor was it when the mucus was so filled  I could barely hear
remembered,
When it was thou
Not when the streets were so quite
I wailed, no one asked why
Realized it was me all along
It had always been me
I realized that day, I was a prop
Feeding myself the assurance of eventualities
Remembered how you didn't even recognise what was happening
Even as I walked myself out
Holding my breath and saying
IT OK.

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