that’s not living
wake up
same time - every day
say goodbye
same way
catch same train
see same people
same times - every day
talk to people
same way - every day
do same work
go home
same time
talk about the day
go to bed
more poems
playing happily
and never will
you didn't deserve it
the card
little red magnets
cursing softly
that's not living
that's despair
barely touching
the faintest of whispers
so much
all my reasons
that's why she's here
who did that to you
already dead