The window is open again
i HEAR A SKATER OUTSIDE ON THE PAVEMENT
AND MY CAPS LOCK.

There.

I’ve been trying to sort out the
departure and imagine myself
not crying.

My sister knows, I imagine.

And now a tear
plops on the keyboard.
I colour it
soft
blue
as a distraction

and I listen to Autumn music
on YouTUBE.
The lady on the street calls the man a
bitch and a train
becomes more distant, in perfect time.
I strain to hear their conversation,
so that for once, I do not think
so much about how
I love them.

I click.
Publish.