I see the text the next morning,
After she has already passed.
I can't believe it's happened—
Life goes by so fast.
She didn't mean a lot to me,
Though it's still sad that she's gone.
No one can live up to her,
She's the only one.
I think I'll end this poem—
I don't have much to say.
She already had her funeral
And I never came.
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
I don't think you're a waste of space,
I'll give you my room and my pillow
As long as you make the bed afterwards,
And close the windows to keep the rain out.
I don't think your not enough,
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