I open the cupboard, see your mug
My shoulders cave in with sadness
and decide against a cup.
I do my hair instead,
there lies your cologne
next to my comb
"I miss him"
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Comments (3)
Your nonet evokes such sad emotions. Well done.
Aww the longing in this is real. Love it
Gosh this hit me so hard. Loved your poem!