sorry im not sorry

[bippimousie]

For the same reason I chose the room
closest to the door in our little apartment
I try to leave early, before the dovegray
light blushes into glowing pink
and the birds start calling to no one but themselves

influenced slightly by history, mostly by experience
it’s easier to melt away like the fog
that hangs over the notquitegreen grass
like the sweet morning smell that will disappear
in an hour

so when I finally get there
its like I haven't moved;
a can opener in the cupboard
or a whisk in the drawer
you don’t bother watching it
because you assume when you’re gone
it stays where you put it