Anymore

Anymore

It's getting cold without the heater on.

The guinea pigs and kittens on the walls

are sorry I don't see them anymore.

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I run towards my dreams so fast I trip,

then cry as if for the proverbial milk.

I need some chalk to scribble on the floor.

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It's hard trying to carve and hammer words

out of my stone block self. I'm almost glad

that you're not here to see me anymore.

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I keep forgetting people's names and faces –

I had erased them to make room for you.

I hear the clicking of a closing door.

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I want my freedom, no, I want a chain.

Since you've been gone, there's nothing left to do

but cry to soak the carpet on the floor.

I'll never, never see you anymore.