Read Poem: the morning you left your, by Lara Hattingh

the morning you left your
damp towel still hanging
onto the shower door

the last drops of warmth gliding
down the glass wall
has slowly been wilting
since the day i put them there for you
to smell as you wake nothing but
thorns

left
a droplet coffee next
to the cup next
to the glass next
to my bed

the last bit of your lips lingering
in my room
apart from these things
i will not be not moving
for days
i was home alone again
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