Honestly, honey
it’s been the same without you here,
I wake up at different hours
of the day
different day
of the weeks
different weeks
of these distant years
already blown far off
into
the distance
already irreversible
boring, boring days
weigh down on me
heavier than anything you could have imagined
the same
as before.
the heaviest.
Heavy in the morning
the sun makes my eyes wet
the hill stretches won’t end
the sound of the street