The question is no longer:
Did someone notice?
That I exist
Someone is definitely watching
Me throw myself around this
Empty apartment
Empty for all the stuff it holds
Raving inside and searching for substance
Throwing myself from one line to the next.
There was a knock,
The briefest contact
An indication
I know you see me
As I spiral into mySelf
And settle a final stanza for the evening,
But
I wish that I could hear you say,
"Goodnight"
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