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The door slams closed

My room is dark

Coffee burns my tongue

I think about the way you looked in the lamplight

As the computer light burns through my skin

Washing out its color and blurring my vision

Emptying out the little of what’s left inside

Blurring the lines between sadness and stress

I wish I wore glasses

So I seemed more intelligent

I wish the numbers on my card were a little lower

So we could get a drink sometime

I click my phone on

And off

Hoping to see your name

It doesn’t appear

The door slams again, distantly

The light turns off

The halls are quiet