Tag: memoir poetry

Poem: My Life

My life is an unmade bed, empty and still warm. Sitting on the floor, waiting for the soft footsteps on brown 70’s carpet, Hoping he’d come back to me. My life is the silence, save the VHS player, clicking clicking clicking, in the other room. “Be Kind Rewind” says the tape. But there’s no reverse…

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