poetry by j matthew waters

all that remains

there is sadness in the air
a serpentine line of sorrow
bending further away
from the front door

it will take hours before
all emotions abstractly implode
the long line subtracting
piece by piece
until all that remains
is an empty space

june two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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