You left your jacket from last time you visited and I keep waiting for you to come back to claim it. It's been a month and you haven't.
I guess it's unimportant to you otherwise you would've came back already. I guess I'm as unimportant as your jacket or you would've came back for me.
I'd look as unhappy as something that once touched your skin hanging in my closet too.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
