i sat down in the middle of Myself,
eyes stinging from the
rush of air that your quiet
escape brought in through the doorway.

i thought i could fall in love with
a mug of black coffee
but it didn't taste quite like you (you had some sugar
masking your bitterness).

But i liked how the place looked without your
carelessness strewn all over the carpet,
and i liked breathing in air untainted by
your dusty indifference.