we set ourselves up -
put our keys down somewhere
different, listen in for the sad verse
to identify with, feel comfortable
in a place we can feel sorry
for ourselves.
do you remember when you
couldn't hide your disappointment -
my health began to improve and i
no longer needed you
to take care of me? you put the kettle
on a higher shelf and moved
the tea to a cupboard i could never reach
without a step.
i spent the afternoon feeling
like the lights had turned out-
hands sliding along every surface, small
sleep-deprived steps to recover
the things i found, i could return
home.
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