silence echoes,
i’m convinced.
i toggle the clasp
and continue
flushed with heat.
i take in the air
it still smells like
oregano, cumin
& lemons, i think.
you had nothing
to do with the decor
though it feels
lived in,
lived in so well.
i pick up the last shirt
“i hate this shirt”
i say.
I left it on the suede
next to your dinner
I never intended to
serve any comfort.
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sc
sheila sea 
This is beautiful.
“i hate this shirt”
i say.
I left it on the suede
next to your dinner
I never intended to
serve any comfort.
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. 💕
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It’s really good. 🙂
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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I like it!!!!
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Thank you, Suzanne. I’m especially happy that you do. 🙂
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Read it again. I’ve changed my mind….
I love it! It makes me feel good. : )
And as we discussed before, I, as you, am pretty picky about my poetry.
Oregano, cumin, and lemons I think…
Nice.
Suzanne
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haha, thank you again. it’s kind of a release poem. an ending to a story that hopefully leads to another. 😉
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Deep meaning and abstract form makes it an extraordinary poem 😊 Loved it
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