“Chilled Bones”
By Ashley O’Hare
The foliage changes
outside my bedroom window;
a subtle reminder
that time still passes
even though we’re through.
I try to move on,
but my feet are
glued to the carpet.
In the back of my mind
I know you’re with her
at the downtown bar.
But when you’ve dropped her off at home
and you’re driving all alone,
do you feel a chill in your bones?
Does any part of you regret
filling my life with stress
only to abandon me
so you could “be free?”
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