I had packed up the house and I entered the bathroom one last time to clean my hands.
Out of habit, I reached for a towel that was no longer there.
It reminded me of your absence. How you were just a couple houses over but so far out of my life.
I longed to go home where everything didn't remind me of you.
I knew then it was time to leave.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
