Trying to forget

There’s leisure in how we act,
keeping to our tables
where we connect
with the voices
and understand the local language.

It’s being home
and having nothing changed,
the same morning chill
that fades out into the afternoon sunlight.
It’s loneliness needing something to do,
being on the line
while it turns
in reverse
and passes off
those useless memories
for whatever comes next.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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