It has been quite tepid since
For days now, I've wondered about your existence
Skimming through crossword clues
At the table, stained from my then naïve hands
Stories of girls propped on their forearms and dogs holding fabric scraps play on the TV
"I used to write, you know."
Funnily, whether these trivial facts matter to you or not
That's neither here nor there
Being home is pleasant:
Wrapped in blankets and slurred reminiscences
I am investing in your good graces
Counting pennies and other good luck charms
Numerous times have I caught your eyes meeting mine
With the level of sincerity, my mother would approve
Goodbye and good riddance, my sweet bird
The little dog loves with all their might, and why can't I?
You vengeful, spiteful mutt.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
It has been quite tepid since
For days now, I've wondered about your existence
Skimming through crossword clues
At the table, stained from my then naïve hands
Stories of girls propped on their forearms and dogs holding fabric scraps play on the TV
"I used to write, you know."
Funnily, whether these trivial facts matter to you or not
That's neither here nor there
Being home is pleasant:
Wrapped in blankets and slurred reminiscences
I am investing in your good graces
Counting pennies and other good luck charms
Numerous times have I caught your eyes meeting mine
With the level of sincerity, my mother would approve
Goodbye and good riddance, my sweet bird
The little dog loves with all their might, and why can't I?
You vengeful, spiteful mutt.