Blackout Poetry- Surreal
He shakes his head
against the linoleum.
I watch him rinse his mug
with my eyes closed
before the sound of the mug
shatters into pieces
just like the occasion.
I stare at him for a moment,
a ghost.
I thought I heard him
raise his eyebrows.
I just dropped my head.
"You're not real. You're dead."
2-21-2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 17
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