once you leave
wipe your traces
from the windows
of my world
sweep your footprints
off the floor
of my shelter
clean your mess
and carry your garments
since by then
you no longer
belong here.
ㅡmomentary home
YOU ARE READING
Sunflower Stories
PoezjaI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower
