i thought
we were building
something permanent
...
walls made of mornings
and shared passwords
and the way you said
my name when you
were half asleep
...
we painted futures
in neutral tones
just in case
...
we measured time in
grocery lists
and seasons
and how long it took
for water to boil
...
shit, i left my charger at your place
...
the kitchen still
smells like
coffee
but only mine
...
the fridge hums
like it’s waiting
for instructions
...
i keep finding your hair
in places it shouldn’t be
the drain
my sleeve
the quiet
...
your shoes are gone
but their outlines
remain
like chalk
around a body
...
i keep opening doors
that lead to
less
...
rooms that echo
with versions of us
that never learned
how to leave
...
the house
is standing
...
i am technically
inside it
...
my voice still fits
the space
your voice left behind
...
but nothing
lives here
About the Creator
Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
I have a blog at emilieturner.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!
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One Hard Thing
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: You have the number, you know your schedule- you’ve even picked out the perfect day and time to make this appointment. Shoot, you’ve even picked out alternative days and times just in case their schedules can’t accommodate you!
By Taylor Rigsby7 days ago in Motivation
Comments (2)
This was really touching, hope you’re doing okay.
Powerful...and are you okay?