home is a deep-sunk laugh-line
high cheeks and thick lips
with the curve of cat skull.
lights on a highway are yellow
white yellow yellow white odd.
the sound of the door opening.
the right footsteps on the stairs.
breath in a once-empty room.
rain orchestrating in puddles.
taillights.
it has been two months since you called.
it has been two months since.
dust can catch on a vertical surface
like a frame. like it has.
Author's Note: I would love to hear the emotional journey that you went on as you read this poem: what images came to you, what associations did you make, did you feel an emotional shift, and if so, in what way? Other suggestions are welcome, too, of course!
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