The Forgotten and the Up,Up,Up,

The blue blue sky, 

and wispy leaves,

forgotten.

Eyes glued,

to a textbook,

fingers stitched to a pen,

and neck not stretched

to the left

or to the right

or to the never ending 

up up up.

Warm sun,

sand between your toes,

Unfelt.

Standing on plastic bags

and dollar bills.

Report card says,

curtains closed,

no summer breeze,
no air at all.

And earbuds,

knoted neck,

suffocating,

and broken.

No music.

No birds singing.

No bright light,

just dark.

Not humid,

just cold. 

S.b. 

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