the hallway doesn't taunt me tonight.
i left the light off,
and walked straight through.
i now understand,
the silence of your car-
the way your eyes would not meet mine-
i wish you knew how proud i am of you.
the end is not what i expected it to be.
and i still feel your head on my shoulder,
and the grooves of your fingers against my skin.
you're a ghost.
the first death i find comforting-
the first eulogy i felt freed by.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
