Dragging the luggage
I smoke and watch her
pack.
The taxi waits.
Then like a premonition
I have a mirrored memory
of her departure-
the scent of her
washed skin-
remembering the
ins and outs of our arguments...
She's smiling as she
leaves the echo of
our space.
She's laughing as we fail
to finish yet another argument...
I pick through the remains
of the accusations
that she broadcasts.
Then leaving
sighing
she drags behind her
-like wheeled luggage-
the life that we once shared.
words and foto T Carroll
Tommy Carroll
Mon 31st Jan 2022 03:32
Cheers Winston 🙂