Heel slip

Fully expected,

As far as I allow

Expectations to form.

--

So familiar,

A click into

The usual furrows

And the motion,

As eyes scan down

--

So similar

To foreboding.

But without the taste.

--

"Unfortunately..."

--

There's a sweetness,

Nicotinesque.

With a tinge of

Terrified routine.

--

And it's gone,

That dream

I had nurtured.

--

Like a sick bird,

Fallen from

Any nest

Of logic or hope.

--

No mourning,

No wake.

--

Just, of course.

--

No surprise,

No outrage

Or ill-used feelings.

--

Only a grim confirmation

Of what

I already knew.

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