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I knew from the first moment that you would not stay Were tragedies like hurricanes in need of a name Instead of breakfast and silence (both of which I am bad at in different ways) I might've asked you for... Anything at all, perhaps. Having done what never appealed much to me I made a chance meeting something disgusting Bled on an altar requiring only burnt offerings Sang hymnals at a vigil with silence surrounding Thank the heavens you had sense enough to leave early Now there are no dishes in the sink, just rumpled sheets beside me And a meltdown to reheat that will keep for another morning And there's work to be done, but I've grown a talent for fake coughing And putting off the hard and easy things unless they come knocking The devil in the details is that I've been looking There is nothing extraordinary in the trash or burnt-out hallway light The smile for the day is long exhausted by night And I am just like everyone else who is just like How unbearable to be alone and know that it is right You will not watch the TV, so I do not buy it There is a yearning within me that only comes alive when Something living finds my caricature of thoughtless happiness But it crumbles under scrutiny and all that is left is: This same empty room by a freshly cleaned bath And a pile of unfolded clothes, and three friendly cats And a refridgerator full of ingredients— never snacks And a note under the fridge magnet, "I'll be back."
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
A Morning After
I knew from the first moment that you would not stay Were tragedies like hurricanes in need of a name Instead of breakfast and silence (both of which I am bad at in different ways) I might've asked you for... Anything at all, perhaps. Having done what never appealed much to me I made a chance meeting something disgusting Bled on an altar requiring only burnt offerings Sang hymnals at a vigil with silence surrounding Thank the heavens you had sense enough to leave early Now there are no dishes in the sink, just rumpled sheets beside me And a meltdown to reheat that will keep for another morning And there's work to be done, but I've grown a talent for fake coughing And putting off the hard and easy things unless they come knocking The devil in the details is that I've been looking There is nothing extraordinary in the trash or burnt-out hallway light The smile for the day is long exhausted by night And I am just like everyone else who is just like How unbearable to be alone and know that it is right You will not watch the TV, so I do not buy it There is a yearning within me that only comes alive when Something living finds my caricature of thoughtless happiness But it crumbles under scrutiny and all that is left is: This same empty room by a freshly cleaned bath And a pile of unfolded clothes, and three friendly cats And a refridgerator full of ingredients— never snacks And a note under the fridge magnet, "I'll be back."
It would seem I am too longwinded for board prompts.
QSaint
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
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