‘no return’

the hole is worn
like a poor jigsaw wielder
aching at the job
now rubbed smooth
friction or gap filler or some such
permanent marking pens
stain the perimeter
is he here to clean
the in-between
particle board chip breaking
desperate aching
past pieces keep his mind together
even as he spills
his pills dropping to the floor
no-one here
no-one knowing
no return

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