sorry glory
faces through phone screens don't ring the same as a kiss, or the blessing of holding a hand to say hello, goodbye to tell you that you're loved, that you are, that you have been
the neighbour spoke with dour eyes when I told her what was going on. it's hard isn't it? it's not easy, huh? I have books, if you need them? thank you but don't worry, I'm writing my own
it's hard to shift the thought that you're someones failed imagination. see how that skews when you learn with absolute clarity his version isn't your version and my version won't be theirs
let's all fit on the bed curl 'round one another as we whinge about the football or skip past the twelve o'clock news because nothing else is going on just this, in all its sorry glory
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Posted May 16, 2022, 4:46 PM UTC