it’s okay, it always has been

sometimes a poem won’t happen
sometimes you stare
for 27 minutes

and believe that love will hit you
at 9:13 am saturday morning

and the pianist downstairs will pause
and the cars outside will stop
to let your mind wander for a moment

but instead you stare
but instead you drink more coffee
but instead you forget it

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