Fallen leaves

Some poems require nothing else but you to read them and allow them to sink in. This is one of those poems.

TheFeatheredSleep

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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