In the eyes of a never-meant-well

I fumbled in the night
through the kitchen
thought about
Them
They still don’t get it
Each call is an eyeroll
Swimming swimming
through the kitchen
floor, cluttered with receipts,
shoes, a rug.
They whisper a return
a neverland
a never there
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