departure.

i don’t understand what
they do all day?
i don’t understand what
they think i do?
are they oblivious
to the vacancy?
or simply choosing
an option less confronting?
do they see the death
in my eyes?
i am grateful
for the ignorance.
i do not yearn
for acknowledgement.
but i don’t understand what
they think i do?
is it painful to watch?
or simple to walk past
a blank, black space;
like a vacuum?
best to avoid
the black hole,
for fear of being sucked in.
i am grateful
for the ignorance.
when we are all waiting,
yearning for her departure

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