They called me days ago
and can’t afford to see me.
It’s okay, I don’t mind.
I’m only turning twenty.
It’s been nearly four years since
I was given a used mattress, toothbrush, and peppermints –
Not that I wasn’t grateful.
I was just hoping something would have changed by now.
It’s okay, I don’t mind.
I haven’t spoken in days.
It’s okay, I don’t mind.
I can count friends within the state on two fingers.
Those jokes I made weren’t jokes at all.
I should have stayed in Europe.
It’s okay, I don’t mind.
It’s okay, I won’t mind.
It’s okay, I can’t mind anymore.