s. e.

the lights were all out

in the midst of the night

darkness,

coolness of your departure

all gone, every trace, save the chair pulled slightly asymmetrically to the left

and the memory of you sitting thereĀ – buried in work

the indifference hit me softly

punches softened by familiarity

i sat back down, turned the lights back on

when something peeked out

flooding the light with colour

placed neatly, geometric perfection but funnily formed – functional

  • A song for stolen keys by exist stratefy
  • i hope i’ve moved on to learning how to love myself, and the people around me

 

2015

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