Delete

Watching your face on a telephone screen
Wishing you’d knock or simply come in
But all I keep hearing is a ticking of clocks
My place is so empty, no one’s here to talk

I’m closing my eyes after killing the lights
Still seeing your face, your incredible eyes
It’s cold outside, and it’s a whiteout within
Ghosts hide in corners; it’s where they live

Yet, this pale morning won’t see me crawl
I peek in a mirror, my reflection looks odd
Like I’m aged a hundred and fifty or more
Can people age if they don’t live anymore?

I don’t like the person I’ve lately become
I’m scared, I’m grieving, I’m here…I’m done
And silence is screaming or is it just wind?
Your forgotten stuff burned, all of your shit

And I’m breaking mirrors until they’re dust
My delicate porcelain, crystal, and glass
I’ve turned up the music to its loudest beat
Then, I look at your face, pause, hit Delete

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(c) JG 2023