Fix Nothing

Sighing in the slush
and you are slowly melting,
Everyday is more wiping and gleaning.

I’m sleeping on the sofa
and dying inside,
because all that is
is coming to nothing
and spilling over into everyday,
like sand.
Like the last of you
is slipping from me.

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