Day 31: Janus
Her: time to go? says who though? just time to go. but there is laundry left unfolded. but the bed can’t make itself. but the smell of last night’s grief isn’t done with settling down. tomorrow. what if that never comes? at least the shoes are put away. at least the tea’s been drunk. at least the disorder of sheets outlined the sleeping shape of one. is there no one else to wait for? no one. so it’s time to go. where to? yesterday.