Two months ago
I miss you
On your lips
And I forever un-moving
Rashly the chair decided to slit me
And slip me
Unyieldingly
To the hard purple floor
Where its color drained
And the absence took your place
Dormant we stand on opposite ends
Of our main street
Furrowing our long-hearted impressions
Motioning and waving
But you soaked the color up
With a roll of paper towels
And repainted that phase of unfeeling
Sitting viciously on the imprint
Of my face
For looking ahead-
You can't blame me
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