poemetry

2020-1-18

life gets disrupted
(to use neutral language
that fails entirely to capture
just what the fuck
i went through)
and then settles down.
(we can always
depend on entropy.)
nothing’s the same,
of course;
even the routines,
inescapable & familiar,
have been transformed.
whoever occupied this life
is gone,
swept away
by an avalanche
of circumstance.
here i am,
the person
who must
deal with
the aftermath.
he didn’t even leave
a goodbye note.

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