I wash 'last week'
off my clothes;
comb its remnants
out of my hair.
There’s so much, I realize
we’ve forgotten…
The same sky
The same sky
looks different today.
Did I not notice
the colours of yesterday…
I can feel every sip of my coffee
awaken some frozen nerves.
When a filled house
becomes empty,
it behaves
like a whole new person!
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