Just looking
at the peeling paint
and thinking: Something
is different.
You see, I needed
those dreams
about my hands
falling apart
to remember—How
fortunate I was
to have not
locked the door.
Then I realized:
You had already left
the room.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: toufik Lerari via Wikimedia Commons
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