ex/accept. departure.

I have developedIMG_1648
a style
to deleting numbers.

And I erased you
faster than
your(‘re) self-destruction.

I swiped and
it clicked
and you disappeared.

It should have
created
a loss inside of me.

Like, what if
you needed me or what if
I needed anyone.

The sound of your body
slapping cold ground
is nothing. Ex/Accept. Departure.