by denayarose


CC image courtesy of jessicahtam on Flickr.

My mind is blank but full of noise. I find tranquility in the mess you left, calm between the wrinkled jeans and tattered flannel draped on the floor. Perfectly placed and haphazardly abandoned.

An empty coat hanger longs to be held by one more of your cotton shirts. A lonely sock rests on the floor and agonizes over the loss of its one true match. I feel your mindless intention to follow me and guide me back in your direction. I cannot go.

Intrusive footsteps stomp on lonely solitude. They echo across the floor, through the walls, up the stairs. An accidental invasion interrupts my quiet thoughts. I am exactly where you want me to be.