Precocity and naivety
Leaving isn’t
Like an obvious daytime click of a key in the lock
Of my befriended 10th floor condo
Which hides
The broken jaw of a sulking
New enemy
Replacing you
After a slight gap of 32 years
In a familiar, sparse city
Unsuitable
Not feeling the music anymore
That which you hadn’t heard of
And would’t find out about
You never mattered to anyone
In the warming microverses of wood and rot
These departures
Leave you
Unidirectional and inadequate
