The coin rolled on and on,
teasing the already finished
with fresh hope each time my phone
pinged with spam, family, work.
Not a single word from your side,
except maybe these clouds
that sit over June like unread messages.
I wanted to drop it into many open hats
of street musicians, let it ring
against someone else’s afternoon.
Even today, I don’t think I am
truly done.
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