(no subject)
i put words to
paper so i don't
scream them out loud.
this world has
no time
for poetry, anymore.
-or me.
i am
s c a t t e r e d
no unlike the
letters and
leaves
you left
s t r e w n
in your wake;
hard truths
learned
too late, an
empty bed, a
belly ache, & now
alone
and
consumed,
w a i t i n g
is all
i am.
your ghost still hunts my walls.