I'd grown accustomed
to your name
in my notifications
.
like breathing
. --but far less dramatic--
like leaning
. --but the wall's gone erratic--
like listening
. --but it's only the static--
.
how am I supposed
to procrastinate
without your conversations?
.
.
.
I guess I'll just write this instead.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
ŞiirA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
