The Things We Know
A poem 2 ways
By Alison McBainPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Madi Doell on Unsplash
We can't stay here forever,
we both know—
the bed dips beneath my weight as I sit upright near you,
my skirt's zipper zings,
push of buttons through holes, one by one,
your hand on my back as I stand next to the bed.
A kiss, sweet and bittersweet—
my last walk through this door.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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