Apathy Comes

September 12, 2013
By MSohr BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
MSohr BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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I am alone now

Unable to sleep wasting nights better spent screaming
In a state of mourning something for which I am uncertain
For I have slowly followed every footfall of our descent
with shaking breath
and heavy chest

Drifting down the rungs of another’s heart barely lingering
We slip into an acquaintanceship and know something -
- is wrong
But never speak of it or details that intimate

You are not gone but I watch myself going

Washed from your affection with the spring runoff
Pooling into an aging quarry
Where my sobs join the stagnation
And you politely pretend you never hear them
Your final consideration

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