Were you expecting the dust to have settled?
Would that make you feel better?
But no. The gears have continued to turn.
Your new angles lend to familiar rooms,
an unnerving shape. The shape of age.
You're not the only one to grow.
The ivy has grown. Curled around the house.
It has grown. It has been cut back.
It has grown. It has been cut back.
All that once was is still.
These are processes that do not need you.
And now. Slowly. You realise.
All of your friends are now hairdressers.
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