Nathan Glass

"A fly got into your room
A few weeks back
But I couldn’t bring myself
To kill it.

So I thought it
You, back — a mundane
Angel checking in on me.

Sometimes I tell myself:
Maybe you’ve just gone to the shop,
But the shop is very far away.

Or you’re stuck in traffic
And the line stretches back
Beyond the time I have left."

~ Nathan

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