Daily Poems

A Selfish Departure


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Sad crying caucasian little girl

Elizabeth Dietz , Contributor

Summited by Eliana Savopoulos

Twisted misery lingered
After her departure
How could you?
An ominous feeling crawled over me,
Unhappy here,
She left us behind-
Maybe it was because of us…

Now the space was empty;
Dark and grim,
Shadows stretched long,
Crawling up the sun-faded wallpaper,
But I still imagined her coming home,
I imagined her in the kitchen,
Cooking for us every morning;
Waffles, scrambled eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice
It was still just a figment of my imagination.