seventy-three metres

I can still hear his voice
it's like everytime I turn around it's the same
playground
and the cold floor just shining
and

I can still smell him in
like
everyone
on the buses he's not even on

like
am I crazy
am I sleep depravated
I just
really need

this

to come to an end

I can't cope with you
being around
so much
when still there's like
seventy three meters
of self-imposed distance