Her scent lingers as I tear down
the pieces of what we had along with
the memories these walls contain.
With sadness crawling out my skin,
leaving a painful emptiness within,
I find her cage empty as my heart.
But then, first colored bright green,
you approach– finally– I’m seen.
And, I’m stepping down from this stool…
Untying the rope that’s hanging.
©falinawake
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