Sadness


There are days
I can't look at myself
or even spell my
own name.
There are days
I black out
with my eyes wide open.
Everything happens
in a blur
these days
that I barely even recognize myself.

Sadness greets me casually
in an empty hallway
like an ex-lover
that I'm still in love with,
and cuts me off mid sentence
when I try to make excuses
that we shouldn't be seeing
each other like this anymore.
So all I do
is greet it back
and let it embrace me.
Can you be numb
and be in pain at the same time?

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