Comfort

Someone drifts past,
but actually it's you who's drifting,
you felt like you brought them back,
but they made a play for you,
you brought them back
by letting them.

Someone snipes, an old snipe,
you call them by someone else's name.

An old paranoia drifts past,
but actually it's you who's drifting.
you felt like you brought it back,
and you did.

You grab on to it whilst your lungs billow,
it's a pause for perception.

The paranoia, the snipe, clamped apart,
the snipe is not a snipe,
it's a sign of comfort.

It's cessation,
and thus concludes today's action.