"last year"

The smell of fresh-baked bread

and uncertainty

filled the air

as the couch seemed empty even with four people

and the world seemed empty even with billions;

lavender room-spray and tears

of wondering

how the world could be so cruel-

they shoved down all the things

that the world

could be

so we couldn’t understand

the existence of the day

and as the mask covered up the lack of smile

and the lights began to switch off

I realized the way

that the world

was never made for everybody anyways.