Last Week

Last Week

A Poem by Nautili

Last week

we were talking of me moving in with you.

You kidded me that I needed to learn

 how to make the coffee

 when I asked you to make me some.

The very next day

 we

 imploded and the grounds

 spilled all over the granite countertop

 and the water ran every where,

brown water streaming....steam puffing,

oh what a mess....

I can't stop crying and my mascara leaves

dark brown trails down my cheeks.

Puffy red eyes that see 

the cracks in the glass.


This week

I am alone and my heart

feels so very weak.

I wish my heart was made of granite, too.

© 2014 Nautili


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Great use of metaphors to describe just how fragile relationships can be… and I just love that ending.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nautili

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Thank you so much for the review!
Nautili

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Thank you so much for the review!
Nautili

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Thank you so much for the review!

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Nautili
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