06.27.19 (12:15am)

I killed a fly
It left a black smudge
On the bathroom sink.
I felt bad for a 
Short while after.

I yawned a bit,
It just turned midnight,
Today is the 27th of June.
I feel as I expected I would
On your birthday.

I brushed my teeth too hard;
My bristles bent,
My gums bled.
That made me think of you more
I think I got that habit from you.

I’ll send you a text later,
But really it’s been saved on my phone
For at least a week,
And I've been wondering what to say
Even longer.

I doubt any conversation of substance 
Will arise, and you’ll continue on
Rebuilding with me in the dark
And you in your new life.

I try to feel some sort of resentment
Towards you, but I can’t,
And I just end up feeling guilty.
Most of the time I end up in a panic
Because I can’t forget you. 

There’s a lot that I could say
Or perhaps could have done
But that’s a time long gone
And I think I’m beginning to accept that
I’ll just be alone for a long while.

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