The Day You Left

First poem from Desiderium!! Hope you love it💖

I write using a pen someone left

and never came back to claim.

Something I’ve struggled to digest,

how bare, how plain

their act of nothingness was,

the exit of a century.

As my door remained unlocked,

the keyhole was empty.

The someone who bore me,

gave me my name,

whose eyes let me see,

whose features I claim.

The someone who slammed the door,

the reason my hand lives on a handle.

I wanted, begged for more

while being left stranded.

The poems remain about her,

three books in.

I see her in the mirror,

I’ll see her in my kids.

She’ll haunt me,

the creaking as the door slams.

Ghostly, watching it flee,

my innocence and my best friend.

Every door looks like your footsteps,

as my hands carry something.

Feeling wind slam on my face as I crept,

the weight of bags, the baggage of having nothing.

My small hands hold an invisible suitcase,

it’s genetically ingrained

to be ready to leave with no trace,

no sound, no remains.