from too many years ago
a light breeze
saunters into
the room
you finish off
a glass of scotch
and think about
an old lover from
too many years
ago
loneliness is when
you actually care
about being lonely
this is something
different
an apathy at an
expert level
each night you
fade to black
accepting that the
morning is never
a given
love it
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