The Months
I was talking with her, and suddenly realized…
I swallow suddenly, and sputter.
The blurring of my eyes, I was eating, and moving, and talking for months.
I remember now, it’s been months.
I was standing in line, and then smiling at the cashier.
Harsh, flashing.
It’s winter.
I missed the fall, the leaves crumbling.
She asks what’s wrong.
I know what’s wrong.
I don’t tell her though.
I smile.
So we can move on.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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