Original poem from Bobbi T.M.'s debut poetry collection, MindFull Recitals.
He was here, there, and nowhere at the same time
What my mother calls, “fly by night”
Here today
Gone tonight
Reckless abandon was the literal routine
Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness
Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar
I mean the only thing consistent is the inconsistency
How funny, yet sad
People will declare this issue yours when it’s he who created it
How funny, yet sad
That he is he here, there, and nowhere at the same time
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