Leftovers

When he leaves for California and you are cold in Chicago, alone

Leftovers

 

I took the remaining scraps of my poetry

And wrapped it up in a to-go box

Tipped my finger to the top

Navy nail to the always-lyrical Styrofoam prison

And scratched “Later”

Threw it in the back of the refrigerator

Stood back and strung together the magnets we had bought

To spell out “Never”

 

Can’t live in the now

Not when you aren’t here

To leave coffee stains in my clothes

And ruby red marks on my neck

 

Can’t deal with my leftovers

I am leftovers 

Reviews

[Tracie D'Angelo]

I like the comparison between leftovers and yourself. Very clever. Nice work!

[Stefanie Holmes]

Wow, I'm blown away by your unique, creative spin on this piece. I can honestly say I have never read anything quite like this before and I am impressed.
Well done Emily!

~Stefanie

[emily joe]

I can't tell you how much that means to me. This was one of those poems that I needed to write, to get out of the way, to come to terms with my life. Thank you so much.

[Stefanie Holmes]

You're very welcome. I enjoyed it!