I know I left in a hurry,
Bags half-packed with unfolded clothes and windows still flung open to the late summer breeze,
But I remember tying our shoelaces together before I took one step in the other direction.
One long, thin lifeline that we could play
tin-can telephone on in the off moments between the loud and bright and footsteps
I thought I counted before I left.
But our shoelace is fraying.
Maybe I underestimated the distance
or how often you lace up your shoes,
Maybe I tied it too tight or too loose
But every pull I make pops threads
And no amount of rebraiding the strands is going to stop it from snapping.
I am not ready to relace my shoes.
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Poetry Journal Uploaded
PoetryThis is a digital copy of my physical poetry and prose journal. While it is meant simply to be a backup, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading what you find in here! This journal goes back almost two years now so I hope I have improved, and I thin...
