Sour love
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
My hand landed on the cold pillow
As I sat up my feet touched my lone, scattered sneakers
My hanger, stood empty of her purse
The shirt from last night lay bare of her dress, on the couch
The door shut, tight
I stood up, with no one staring at my body,
No one scheming to pull me back in bed
And I come out of my trance as tears stream down my face,
She was gone.
