This Place Doesn’t Make Sense Without You

Rosalind Chang
Rosalind Chang


The streets are tedious.

The traffic is unbearable.

The coffee is tasteless.

The outings are more like obligations.

The mornings are gloomy.

The afternoons are unplanned.

The nights are void of any excitement.


My hands are cold.

My mind is composed.

My skin doesn’t tingle.

My heart doesn’t flutter.


What was once the only place in the world that made sense to me, simply makes no sense.

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