I feel so weak sometimes when you're not here;
Like something in me drained and ran away.
It's just a little queasiness, a queer
Churning in the gut, as if to say
"Something is wrong. I will not tell you what,
But something that you ought to fix is wrong."
(This is the basic problem with my gut:
When telling me these things, it takes too long
To get down to the point, so that I miss
The chance to solve the problems it will mention).
And as I listen to it churn and hiss,
I turn my deeper and more full attention
To where you are, and wondering if you
Are having some internal problems too.
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