Mementos of mercy.

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 18, 2021


I picked up the letter on
the dresser, leaving behind
a quarrel of dust -
your honeyed, maple words
are too forgiving of me.
I almost choke on your
kindness, not used to the
care and curve of each word.
Regret knocks on my door,
rattling the leaky radiator,
and I listen for your breath,
perfumed by repentance,

but only hear the death
of my own.

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prompts: maple, dust, radiator

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  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    I cant believe those 3 words inspired this!!! It sounds so personal.