Footsteps

The tea half drunk,

The tags ripped off,

The room now empty,

Save me and my memroy.

I shiver despite the heater,

My body confused.

Calm now,

Angry now,

Fearing the future now.

The night will be sleepless,

My mood never fixed.

Take the pictures down quick.

Remove the words you wrote,

Not so long ago.

"I miss you already."

Now new words:

"Goodbye, Charlie."

Oh, why must you use my name?

Why must you say it with those red eyes?

Why must you hold me so long?

And now I hear footsteps on the porch,

And I hope.

I listen for the door,

Anticipate the key I gave you.

I imagine an embrace, 

Imagine words of regret,

Barely heard through sobs.

The footsteps are still now,

I hear the keys shake.

For three moments I wait,

Before the neighbor's door opens,

And the footsteps disappear.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

the speed of three,time, mind time, the clock still tocks, holds our hands,cups our breasts, wringing life's lost opportunities into tea bags on your door step.

[Shay]

this was very interesting a fun to read, very enjoyable

[Trixolomanea]

I must say I'm really intrigued by your writing! You've gained a(nother) fan!

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[Pierre.B.G.]

good job..like it

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I am surprised you don't write more, that was really cool... kind of cryptic and intense and the ending was a nice twist.