angst cycle (iii)
[X] (vi)

look up and out
into a frown
the colour
not the eyes
the same
not the lines
the shape
not the brow

grey lights the forward building
dirty white and dirty green
rooftop garden
looks a little mank

the skyscrapers
their towers
are crying in the shade

frown like the night of “who are you”
the forgotten

so what was forgotten
was the night
the next day

i remember the frown

it wasn’t there
there was no forgotten
just a little cowardice

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