I've had a falling out with the day
Night and I have separated
because of an ongoing affair with my computer
and work that occupies my time at all hours
Each excursion marked by the awkward pause of my exit,
a surprise meeting with a recently left lover.
"Hello sun" or "Hi moon"
I cast my eyes about
squinting, trying to get my bearings
I don't know where to look,
what to say…
What topics are out of bounds?
Do I ask if she's doing well?
Common courtesy escapes me
I lower my eyes, my brow shading my eyes
and forge ahead.
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