Goodbye

Your car is cold,
so is the conversation -
a mound of words
to bury pain beneath.

“Together” was a treat,
exotic food we savored.
It turned to poison,
marking time to leave.

“Please drop me off right here”.
I slam the door and disappear.


Рецензии
Мини-эксперимент. Задача была написать стих с использованием 6 слов:
Food
Door
Beneath
Conversation
Drop
Together

Китти Бургунди   05.11.2025 18:29     Заявить о нарушении