Blackout Poetry- Detached
I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.
I forgot
her.
She stands next to me,
unconvinced.
I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.
She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.
She was sick
for years.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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