From force of habit

Even on a sunny day, from force of habit
I stand in the bus shelter,
safe below its roof.

I could say it’s just like
holding on to your hand for too long
or sitting closer than is comfortable
for you.

But similar pale comparisons are easy enough
for you to make up for yourself
so I’ll just stand here quietly in the bus shelter,
looking out at the sun.

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