The woman in the Post Office

The woman in the post office likes to chat,
she likes to know, where I’ve been,
she has’nt seen me for a while,
supposes I’ve been on holiday?

Suddenly I realise,
that I have’nt disappeared into empty space,
unseen, I’ve been here all the time.

a poem prompted by A and I Poetry Challenge n° 2

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