There are little pieces of yourself on the kitchen counter.
You find it in your soul to blink and look away,
wiring it all in writing for posterity,
because ink can draw outlines, maybe a little piece of you
will float back.
part of you hopes not,
as if there were
one thing you promised
you'd never do.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
There are little pieces of yourself on the kitchen counter.
You find it in your soul to blink and look away,
wiring it all in writing for posterity,
because ink can draw outlines, maybe a little piece of you
will float back.
part of you hopes not,
as if there were
one thing you promised
you'd never do.
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