Alleyway

I miss you.

These words are what I

Tell myself as I exit the room.

 

These walls are dull.

These halls are grey.

This heart is numb.

 

I wish I could miss you.

These words aAre what I should say, 

Should feel

Between my ribs like pounding fists

against the wall.

 

I exit the room, my fingers

lightly clinging to the frame.

I am afraid that if I let go,

The part of you inside me will die,

 

These walls will fall away,

These halls will disappear.

 

This heart will be homeless

In an alley somewhere,

Bickering with a stray cat

About all the ways I went wrong.

 

 

Credits:

Author – Ariana Nelson

Photography – Pixabay

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