Shadows fall long.
The echo essence
of monuments and men
carved into the ground
like trenches of anti-light.
“You’ll be fine.”
A bus station sentiment
dropped into the goodbye
to make it easier
on yourself.
Time has taught me
to endure the agony of
an unanswered phone as
I wear your old favourite jumper
and pretend that you’re still close.
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