365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-One

you left.
I’m still here.

no, I didn’t
keep myself pure.
no, I didn’t
keep your place secure.

you left.
I’m still here.

no, I haven’t
come to visit.
yes, I hold out
on sending you pictures.

you left.
I’m still here.

no, I don’t
show him your face.
yes, I do
call to your place.

you left.
I’m still here.

no, there isn’t
much use being bitter.
no, it wouldn’t
help to sit shiva.

you left.
I’m still here.

yes, you broke me
hope it was good for the pride.
yes, I am
the one that still tries.

you left.
we’re still here.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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