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It comes and goes




Each morning

I awake with a whole bed

and soon notice

the flutter of wings outside

the many chirps of my hungry cat


the bed used to be half

and the kettle would boil

drowning the noise of the begging cat

and birds on early commute


we never stayed in after sleep


preoccupied with a day's affairs

(like boiling the kettle)

when we could've done

this or that


held each other even for a bit



time surely didn't help


I wanted you around always

my stubbornness wouldn't budge

for me

or for us


I still don't know how you felt

can't stop thinking now


with each sunrise

with each song I played on our drives

it pains me to think

but I can't stop


indulging in what you loathed...


solitude


and drinking my soul away

and filling my lungs with dust

through many night falls


that the white floating rock looks down over me


but with an empty smile

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