#28 the left over
Mar 24th, 2011 by Ashley
Jenny went out in a stormy wintry night.
And she never came back.
Our eyes sometimes meet, but quickly we turn our heads away
from each other.
No one bears to ask where
she’s gone.
Or why.
Hiding behind the remote, your face betray your absence.
I fix my thoughts on the swirling of coffee,
will it to get cold.
But I saw the distorted version of myself
alone in this empty house.
Sounds magnify silence.
We stay in this fridge of a house
waiting to be thrown away.