Tuesday, October 22, 2019

and Alone

Evening is all dark rain and a thick cloud across your brow; it sounds like sighs but really I just can’t breathe properly, don’t worry about it. How quickly gifts are taken from you once given, how effortlessly the rug is pulled from under these feet, I lost my metrocard somewhere in Brooklyn and I would have walked home
if I didn’t think I should know
better
by now.

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