You didn’t close the cupboard door
upon your departure
and I wonder why that is,
as my eyes prick with tears.
Is it so, in closing it, I feel you
where you last were,
the contours of the brass,
your spine curved around mine.
Is it so I’m reminded that our future
is ajar,
not fully open or closed
but a breath holding in between;
a tight chest maybe.
Is it so I convince myself
you’re still here,
your shoes still there;
you are just elsewhere.
Is it so I smile because you
probably just forgot
but you love me so well;
I believe even the littlest things
you do,
are for me.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Image: pinterest
Gorgeous, Kristi! ❤
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Thank you ☺️
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Such a pretty, lilting piece.. love it. 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden.
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Thank you
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My privilege
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Hello there! Your prose is igniting and your pacing is downright breathtaking! I’m very much looking forward to reading more of your works! Thanks for sharing, Kelsey 😃
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Thank you so much Kelsey 💛
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My absolute pleasure! 😊💜
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