Some poems require nothing else but you to read them and allow them to sink in. This is one of those poems.
Your suitcase is by the door in my mind
you have unpacked and packed a thousand times
it’s now or never, it’s been too long
you’re out of here, you’re out of love
empty like a meal without nourishment
and if I could, I’d ask you to come back
but you left before today
I see it in the careless gaze of your eyes
the house is empty without your noise
I hear only the echo of regrets
ask you to return and you ignore my voice
the coldness in your stare gave you away
there was nothing but bitterness and anger remaining
you said it wasn’t me, but I was the one you cut down
with your stare that went on, out of sight
down the road, out of town
like you were already running away
boarding a bus, changing your story
it’s been half my life and it’s…
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So beautiful. I didn’t know she’d started blogging again. Always loved her work. Thank you so much for sharing this trE. 🤗
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You’re most welcome. 😊
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