Poetry by Chras4
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The things he left behind
Your jockeys found their way into my laundry
your necklace discovered beneath a cushion
it's around my neck now
the friendship bracelet of
purple, red, gold, and green
carefully knotted, I see your smiling face
as I taught you
it's about my left ankle
Your report card slipped into the discover magazine
between the pages of an article on the effects
of prozac on the brain
his things are broken
accidently dropped
smashed into thousands of bits
I thought it would help (it doesn't)
I still sit by myself eating a microwaved baked potato
that has no taste
and stare at the boxes of unopened photo albums
and the empty space on the clothesline where your bathingsuits used to hang
and listen to the echoes of your sibling spats that still linger
and the whispered I love you's
and the I miss you's
over telephone lines.
One-way window
She
steps up to the mirror
to fix her hair
reapply her lipstick
powder her nose
She straightens her collar
turns to
adjust her shirt
and smooth her skirt
too she wraps me up in honey smells
|wrapped up in herself to notice...
He
sits on the other side of the mirror
tied to a chair
watches her turn away
frantically calls her name
from his sound proof room
He throws his body back and forth
tips the chair
trying to capture her attention
all the while wondering
