When something Sinks
and something Dies..
it takes everything else along with it.
Everything.
Things you never realized you had
Things you never thought would matter..
Things you never knew existed.
The Feeling stays.
The sinking-dying feeling
It unpacks and takes a nap.
on the worn-out red couch in the hall.
It merges with the background.
Moves. Watches. Observes. Takes its Notes
and spreads itself in everything around it.
Everything.
In Broken windows and painted walls,
Old Cupboards and Clothes.
in unwashed coffee mugs.
and Coffee.
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