Fragments
I bathe in your shadows
in a lonely nursery
chipping paint the color
your eyes would have been
tracing the edges
of a crib that’s been sold
to a couple with fresh faces
like I once had
as you kicked me
over and over
as if to say hello
before I had to say
goodbye
Author: Erin Jamieson
Photo: Sven Brandsma on Unsplash
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