How Does It Feel?


I know you walk past the house each day and see,
your stuff,
my stuff,
our stuff,
put out on the curb for garbage.
What does it make you think?
Do you care?
How does it make you feel?
Oh,
I forgot,
you don’t know how to feel.

4 thoughts on “How Does It Feel?”

  1. Not accustomed to reading poetry from you. It has been a while, hasn’t it?
    I remember a few years ago you wrote something that awed me.
    I know you are busy but you should do it more often. This was really good.

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