365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Fifty-Three

when this.
string of poems.
started I.
was somewhere else.
that no longer exists.
except in memory.

the rooms have.
changed, our.
things removed.
shelves depleted.
of stories and words.
bound for sale–
they live in boxes now.

the room that was ours.
is now his, the room.
that was his, is now yours.
the kitchen is not the same, though.
the cat still has his place.
under a board where.
my herb collection.
used to be.

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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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