The room is now empty, the bed half made
An empty shampoo bottle lies forlorn on the floor
The gray ottoman returned to its quiet empty corner
Where your black luggage had recently sat in a bloated slump, half unzippedRead More »
Tag: Poem
Dark clouds
Dark clouds twisting and writhing
Anger and agony percolating
Thunder and lightning unleashed
Soul and senses wrecked with unease
*Featured image by My Li’l Place
I, too, am a flower
I stood by your feet
You nearly crushed me
Enraptured by the blossoms above
You hardly saw me
Today…
I sat with myself.
And them.Read More »
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