Overtime Poetry

Since I am stuck at work doing some overtime, I thought I’d pop in with a short poem to maintain my sanity.

Every time we talk its like a broken conversation.
Both entities present, one lacking motivation
His attempts half witted, her remarks leave scars
They fall through cracks like the rovers on mars
They were there, but dissappeared. Just like you.

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