GRIEF Poem: NICOTINE, by Calypso Morgan

Yellow walls,
nicotine’s dust
glued to everything.
The smell of cigarettes
sticking to the books
and clothes.
Rubbish and papers
mixing together
in drawers and boxes.
You are gone,
but you leave
so much behind you.
I’m exorcising
evils and demons
from their nest,
throwing out every piece
of you
to finally erase
your presence.

Finally,
I’m leaving
these yellow walls,
and the memories of you
fade,
same as the smell.
I can say goodbye
and good riddance.

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