ex/accept. departure.
I have developed
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.