A momentary glance around the room –
A thoughtful type of order, though it’s odd:
A sense of cleanness meant, I can assume,
A different color scheme I can applaud –
Before returning to the task at hand:
Belaboring the instant in my thought –
Because you are not here, I see firsthand,
But struggle to retain the things I ought —
Cantankerous I know that I have been.
Caught unaware by timing, though, I see
Calamity within this tidy den;
Cassandras cannot stay catastrophe.
Delivered news: the silence and the stare —
Doubt never: grief can find you anywhere
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