She grew up in all of ten minutes. Baby with little furled pea-pod toes, toddler pointing, wobbling gory teeth for the pillow coin, sleepovers, roller skates, hair braids and theme parks. College. College in a far away town, college with study rooms, college campus with falling leaves and long walks back from the library, the town, the nightclub.
Oh, in heels, without a coat. I put my fingers in my ears and la la la — but it’s my voice, isn’t it? I don’t want her to be gone. Her room neat, the air unbreathed and the belongings she left behind gathering dust.
I’ll spend my days crying over a sock found behind the radiator, or listening out for her tread on the stair. I could get a Shih Tzu or a…
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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, November 2019