The kitchen tile floor is marred With black scuff marks, And I stare at them knowing That they were left there by his shoes when he walked out on me. It's amazing how all the little things Can make you stop in your tracks And reminisce, Maybe now that I mopped I can forget him Until another object of memory surfaces.
Reason for writing:
This is dumb I already know lol
Birth sign: Virgo
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Desiree.