The devotion you gave me no longer arrives.
Those words you whispered to me are being re-gifted.
The memories we shared—thrown in a box.
Do you want it? Cuz I don’t—
You never respond—
& I’m greeting at the front door not by a barking dog,
but a box shoved in the corner under the coat rack, labeled with your name.
The memories we shared—thrown in a box.
Do you want it? Cuz I don’t—
You never respond—
& I’m greeting at the front door not by a barking dog,
but a box shoved in the corner under the coat rack, labeled with your name.