Doors

About a year and a half ago, my mother fell rather ill. About three months ago, I started writing this, and was looking through an old notebook when I found it and decided to finish it. I hope it strikes a chord. Or something.

God left me 1 year, 3 months, and 12 days ago

She got out of bed at 2:23 am, said she had to go out

I called her favorite bars

Restaurants

Her friends

My friends

 

God left me 1 year, 3 months, and 13 days ago

She deleted me on Facebook

She changed her number

She left

“It’s not you, it’s me”

I cannot perceive a why

 

I continue to tell myself that I do not want her back

I am happier alone

I get to eat what I want

I get to leave the toilet seat up

I get the entire bed to myself

But after 1 year, 3 months, and 14 days

 

I’ve started leaving my doors unlocked

I’ve started to stare out my front window for hours

I will not call her

But I may decide to let her in

Should she come back 

But God. Damn.

I am a lonesome soul

The End

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