by loqueesesencial
soon after waking, i am sad again
wanting only to walk alongside abandonment
for hours
watching as the doors around me close, slowly
hearing from far away a child’s voice calling out,
unanswered
and it will be raining
but only enough to notice it
the way that one notices that the coffee has gotten cold
after sitting out for some time
with unbitter resignation
at the everyday ruining of things
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