I try to fill the time I would've spent with you.
But the floor doesn't laugh at my jokes like you would've,
it only groans under my steps.
And the walls don't answer the questions I ask about you,
so I guess what you would've said.
The door knobs don't reach for my hand,
but I still reach for them.
And every evening I walk into a house
I once loved you in.
YOU ARE READING
What I Said After You Stop Listening
Poetry"I want to cry and get it out of my system but the tears never overflow: I'm drowning from within." My 10th poetry book Started: 5-6-23 Finished: 1-26-24
