Pattern Recognition
I’ve always been a master of pattern recognition.
I can spot an ending while it is still calling itself love.
Their eyes go to the door,
and I know the rest by heart—
the same song
caught in the walls,
always playing for me alone.
I grieve people before they’re gone,
and bury them in my mind while they speak.
Their fingers tap the table,
keeping time with leaving.
This is how leaving sounds
before it has a name.
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Posted Apr 21, 2026, 5:16 PM UTC
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