Not being around when all this goes on.

They were going yesterday and they are gone today.

I only have memories were I used to have three beating hearts.

Bukowski taught me that there is nothing worse than too late,

But I believe that the only thing worse than too late is too long.

Too long since hello.

Too long since I miss you.

Too long since I love you.

Time to wash the sheets, vacuum the floor, take out the garbage.

It’ll be like they weren’t even here.

Even the dog is upset, he hasn’t chewed my shoes since they left.

Things are terribly wrong.

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