The bed unmade and the window shut
The bed unmade and the window shut the tap drips time to the dancing dust in the slow sunlight and waits with the fridge unlit til i return
Tag: loneliness
The room welcomed me alone
The bed had one plump pillow and another that felt sad. The duvet had a half that lay there flat.The room welcomed me alone and never heard me laugh.
No dread of hello
Leaving, like so much it is the anticipation. The dread. The slow build to those goodbyes. Once they’re done, you have not left, you have arrived. The familiar faces are