Staring at the mole on my calf.
Just one of many.
Gauging the distance to the next one.
Feeble attempt at collecting myself.
Trying to stem a trickle of self-reproach and despair.
Clutching at straws; I'm not always like that.
Why had I lost it, when things were going so well?
After all these months.
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