poetry by j matthew waters

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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4 thoughts on “three day weekend

  1. I really loved this … a story told in so few words… reminds me of a wind-up bird chronicle…

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