Dusty thoughts

 

The dust has barely settled.
My cup is empty again.
The protests of the floor above
isn’t you. It’s them.

I sit at my table wanting
to be left alone
I have no need for antics
knowing you are gone

I’m not really sad
I’m not really upset
I’m not really happy
Wishing to forget.

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