RHYME Poem: haunting me, by Liyana Asaria-Issa

mirages in the dead of winter
pressing down wood until it splinters
gold encasing for the door
the sun rising more and more
me in my long blue dress
trying to think about you less and less
my fingers fidget when i’m alone
while you sit silent as stone
everything is gray outside
you and your endless lies
salt shaker next to pepper
you being a homewrecker
the birds outside taunting me
you and your leaving haunting me
seeing your body everywhere
your face filled with lack of care
this table being ours before
me being devastated to my core
you at the table next to me
i hear her voice, the banshee
i have learned how not to talk
it’s your turn to learn how not to walk
me and the sunlight that frames my face
us forgetting to move with haste
you wearing dark blue
me and these old shoes
whispers in the dead of night
all the birds are taking flight
day in day out, you still here
i might need to move on i fear

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