Blue tinged crimson failure
Waning with the sound of your not missing me
I, the
Superbly unimportant
The
Convenience then forgotten
Every choice
Somehow
Wrong, wasted
Words
As affections on a stone
Sentient, silent, alone
Relegated to the spaces between your words
At best, an aggravation
An
Accident
Both too much and not enough alcohol to sustain a life
But, alive
Somehow
Familiar as strange houses
Nestled too close together for each other’s comfort
Discord
The sounds of settling
-EJoveJohnson