Overflow
As it poured from
The dispenser.
I had deleted all
Social media
From my phone.
I was trying to
Run away
From what I had seen:
Of love
For another.
I guess also
Run away
From what I had seen:
Of love
For another.
I guess also
To be more
Present,
But I was
Miles away;
Trapped
In the slow moving
Consciousness
That is
Grief,
denial.
Where
Midmorning’s mundanity
Leads to feelings
Of regret,
And
Sadness
Creeps up like
A specter;
A reminder of
Devastating failure.
I thought that
By ridding myself
Of that cursed media
I would somehow
Not think of
you
as much
But alas,
Here I am:
Sitting at my desk
On the verge of
Tears.
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