"... the rest of the time you are left with your own thoughts." Sol Lewitt.
That austere quality of a mood
as if you've jumped out and left the room
for a reason in a moment or two
relapse into multitudes of conclusions
cascading from leaf to leaf
that falls at the same rate
as money from your wallet.
Do not trick your heart into believing
that seeing a friend is for the benefit of man.
Leave them and be alone,
they do not even like you anymore.
"I know you don't like people coming over," she says
and how am I supposed to feel with negative comments
such as that?