You leave, I am an abandoned house.
With splintered wood, and a floor that is caving in.
You leave, I am a dusty attic.
Filled with faded photographs and untouched cardboard boxes.
You leave, I am a car that doesn’t drive.
With rusting metal and flat tires.
You leave, but I am still here.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 