I saw goldfish swimming in my cup when you left.
I wonder if it was the
stolen prescription pills
I took - or the fact
you had passed by me,
a winter fog
on a July dawn morning.
The creaks in the door
keened, frost grew like
mold on the hardwood flooring.
Grass sprigs in the garden became hypothermic before sunrise.
Despite the cold,
I left the doors unlocked
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
