Epilogue

Within the epilogue of the journals you kept
lingered the thoughts I left at your door
like cargo tumbling though the air toward
a world outside its comprehension,
for there are 20 chapters of you
(73 on average)
and sometimes I feel that I have already
bled ink onto the table you made,
(for my coffee and silence)
dripping rorschach creations in puddles by my feet.
I would analyze them, but I have no time for introspection
as long as this epilogue continues.

Reviews

[Kestrova]

This honestly left me in wonder; of everything behind it and what I felt while reading it. It's short, yet anything but simple and the phrases you use are well appreciated. Just a small note though, I think you meant 'rorschach' instead of 'rorsarch'.