When understanding the fact
there may no longer
be future days
it's the little things
which burn with the ugliest truth.
Like not knowing what cabinet
the olive oil
and peppercorns are in
or how much laundry detergent is left.
Gasping yourself awake
at the sound of barking dogs
still haunting edges of every doorjamb.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
When understanding the fact
there may no longer
be future days
it's the little things
which burn with the ugliest truth.
Like not knowing what cabinet
the olive oil
and peppercorns are in
or how much laundry detergent is left.
Gasping yourself awake
at the sound of barking dogs
still haunting edges of every doorjamb.
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