there comes a point
when you aren't useful
in someone's life
anymore
distance after distance
pushes all feeling away
until you await
emotion
in this box of
empty thought
small sicknesses
long hours at work
fatigue
all become
excuses
to prolong the silence
until there's
nothing left
to say
except goodbye
thanks for all the fish
don't remember me
and
goodbye
(tried)
