mismatched earrings — a poem

nudged in the crevices of a stained twin-sized bed frame
it’s as if the world has abandoned me
my only company is the musty darkness and fugitive cobwebs
towering over me as my existence fades from meaning

as time goes on and footsteps become interchangeable
my grounds to rot in peace become clear
although left behind, i am never forgotten
my other half carries my legacy up in the air

jn

I lose an earring every time I lose a lover: this is to all the lost earrings i left in shitty dorm rooms after drunk hook ups. Rest in peace left hoop, it just wasn’t meant to be. But your other half will always serve as a reminder of your memory.