i work myself weary all day long

and soon enough

i’m the panda

dark circles under my eyes

feet dragging sluggish and slow through aisles decorated with glitter and eight year old imaginations

head in the cloud

feet chained to the ground

heart six feet below

and i ask myself for certainly not the first

and certainly not the last time

“i wonder if you miss me?”

the hickies on her shoulders are an answer enough.