I pack your things away
And stare at them aimlessly
Like it's going to make me miss you less
You're leaving
Because of me
I screamed leave when I wanted you to stay
But for once you listened to me
And you packed your bag and left
The small things remain
Your aftershave
The book you got me
Your comb to brush away those wispy Fly away pieces of hair
The pieces of my heart
Lay on the ground
I pack them up in a little box
With a bow
Hoping you'd mend it
But you turned the pieces into dust
With the tips of your fingers
- G
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoesiaA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
