It wasn’t up until the year ended that I thought of all the things I replaced you with. It was how the sun sets from my balcony
how the sun sets when I drive
It was how the day never ends early enough. How the night is so long that even sleep does not help.
I have been writing before you existed and when I do not reply to the calls, I have stopped the sucking of my soul.
I hear the crying, but lock myself in rooms and escape. Make fun of me,
joke about my art
watch me drive on black ice
never buy my book
you were the first
and the last
horrible poetry being written
on the other side
and sometimes I compromise
other times I stand tall.
Why didn’t you kiss him hello? I’m moody.
That’s not an answer.
My daughter tries to…
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