Not finished yet
The contents of the peeled head of the logical calculation sequence of numbers one plus ten point six root two, which you believe I never met when I was working
Eyeballs that were thrown out through the window curtains
Imagining the bones of a brontosaurus that had long been extinct when time was infinite, able to move all vehicle engines just by eating lettuce leaves
The tired embrace of fingers that tightly gripped blue writing instruments
Copying basic words with various accessories of prefixes, inserts and standard endings not in the mother tongue
Becoming long sentences in the form of silent paragraphs
And,
Your face that looked at me after the break
There was no serving of your smile like yesterday
There was no story of you fighting over canteen snacks
Also, there was no cheerful laughter welcoming tomorrow's plans