The framed man sitting on your desk is long gone, yet you stare at his picture, reminiscing of memories he had left you to forget.
He didn't like you or want you. He despised himself with you, so he got up and away from you.
You hold onto him and call him in need of a conversation, like a friendly reminder of the past you share like the coat he wears and the bed you used to split in two but ended up combining into one for only you because he was outside sleeping in the livingroom.
He can't delete your album of photos when the child comes between you in each of them.
He knows the law and what it means to leave you, then he can never see his kid again and the only thing he'll have left is the picture he snapped in his head, but you convince him that he never will see him when he can't process his mind from you when you know it's only you that can't move.
Suddenly, there's a paper in your hand and a phone call telling you the plan. His lawyer set up the action he makes. He's got the power in his hand. One snap, and it all comes to an end until you decide to meet once more under the stars and over the moon where the two of you first met that's if he decides to love you again.
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Symbolic Suffering
PoesíaExploring pain in different ways. How one can suffer through symbolic ways and if there is justice for the pain. I appreciate all reads and votes, and feel free to comment your feedback and how you interpret the poems! ------------⚠️ Trigger warning...
