theres never been a rage or war
yet its funny
how one calls it all
abrupt
sudden
before it hits you
its already bygone
you think its all a bad dream
you pinch yourself hard
only to realize
you’ve grown numb
by this sudden call
the room seems bigger
the house seems empty
the phone has been silent
the day seems daunting.
as I go about my daily work
in the wilderness of the concrete jungle
a part of me is missing
a habit of mine is dying
each day I wake up
feeling a little more empty inside.
