The stillness of the aftermath
Always astounds me.
How you can hear the air
And smell the moment between breath
I have 18 cupcakes freshly baked
Un-iced
And I can walk away tonight
And wonder if the cats under the cars down the road
Would even turn their heads as I pass.
Maybe I should have done for you what I did for him
Leave when a mood descends and he needs a moment
To breathe
One I'll have to force because he wants me gone
But wants me near
But cant decide.
Maybe I need to make more emotional decisions for those
Who
don’t know what they feel
When I can see it sitting there
Full bodied in the centre of the room
Tilting its eyes at me
Un-entitled.
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