three day weekend
she left her stockings hanging
in the shower
leading me to believe
she would be back
but I knew she wouldn’t be back
there wasn’t much food
left in the house
but I didn’t feel much like
eating anyway
after a few days
I talked myself into believing
they were just a gift
so I tucked them away
somewhere she might find them
november two thousand thirteen
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I really loved this … a story told in so few words… reminds me of a wind-up bird chronicle…
Thanks so much, Björn ;`)
So sad…
Thank you, Melanie….