they’re always leaving
desensitised and sedate
letting the air out with laughter
it’s tired and it’s all that can be mustered
sometimes sorry but never really meaning it
the company we’re keeping to ourselves
exchanged like passing prayers
collecting days amongst routine
if it could stay the same
would we ever want to leave?
or would it be too much to take?
always out of time, out of sight
compartmentalise it all now
it will leave its mark in its own way
the lack of silence in everything
all too much given in pursuit of the momentary
we’re missing everything
watching memories decay in stop motion
i no longer see you like i used to see you
staring at each others faces like we stare at walls
i’m lying to myself, promising to no one else
drifting in between conversations
absent by the time they end
it hasn’t been the same but there’s nothing left to change
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