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My sunglasses twinkle

While they lay on your breast

I say “Go mingle”

You say “I’ll do my best”

 

We’ve been doing alright

We’re getting by

It’s been what, a week now?

Since either of us has cried

 

“Time to go” keys jingle

Crunching through the snow

It sounds like stale Pringles

“Why’d we have to go?”

 

“Why were we there at all?”

“I don’t know? Welfare call?”

“I just want to go to sleep”

“Our blankets run deep”

 

Keys jingle “Back. Finally.”

One slow upstairs trod

 

Above my door frame

A white board hangs on a rod

 

9 \ Days since last breakdown

 

“Scratch that”

 

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Written by
JackH
25 / M / Mississippi
Published
Jul 5, 2020
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23·107
Notes

I wrote this a while ago when I was a different person. May it bring you solace should you need it or a reflection upon your past self.

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