Let's chip away
At the reason
I am alone

Again

First
Let me deflect

Its them
You and me
Were the same

A toast then
to what is wrong
with all of them

What is this crumb
floating near
my heart

I taste
Nearness to you
Closeness to comfort

What wiring
fires
so memories can fry

I am sinking
into this
I'm not sure

So what

Pasture of grass
blades
So many weeks

Of this now
this particular
Now

Editing away
at my meal
of sparrows

Proving
I should be followed
and loved

To whom
To the desperation
Cooking dinner for one


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