Two Poems on Nothing, Really

1

It was just three weeks, I try to reassure

Myself.

But I’ve stretched it on for so long

That now, five years later,

Every place I go to, every new person who smiles

Reminds me of you,

And I grow old at the thought

Of new friendships.

 

 

….

2

The laundry bag is empty

Today I washed the clothes I wore

Last Thursday, and changed my sheets

From black to a bright yellow

Desperate to clean, to be clean.

.

But the trenches around my eyes deepen

No amount of frantic scrubbing

Removes memories of yet another pair

Of probing fingers.

.

A new bout of insomnia, a fresh dose of sadness

When will these cycles stop turning?

When I am so wrinkled that

Hands turn helpful to guide my step?

 

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