It
It was a Friday evening.
She looked at him.
She saw his slouching.
She saw the lay-z-boy bones.
She thought of the man she once knew,
now he is more chair than man,
and filled with kapok.
What? He said, sensing her look.
She forces a smile, "nothing".
She thought, "it knows".
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment