I stared at the scarred dinner table, dark mahogany chipped,
The straight backed chair confirming my inability to relax
The stale cigarette smoke burning my nose
As you murmured I can't believe she's gone into the empty space-
I sipped the tea that had grown cold and bitter.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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