You wrote about mysteries
You wrote about triangles and missing planes

You listened and obtained and scribbled words until you felt a little better
You rarely felt a little better

You laid in bed and thought of how to get out of it
Point blank

Hid your feelings and poured your coffee
Watched the news but muted it
Took a walk to feel a bit

You’re better now, you left me
No longer trying to get out of it

You’re out of it
You’re out of me