I saw
him
a few weeks ago.
He changed his car,
Since I'd last sat in it.
My first thought
"Are you trying to erase me?"
The memory of me,
sitting in the passenger seat
holding the coffees
drops spilling
and staining
my white dress.
My only white dress.
So
by changing your car
did it erase me?
The things you did to me?
The agonizing pain you caused?
You can't change
what you did.
-he can't erase me
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ache & after
PoetryAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
