Monday, February 22, 2016

What Was Left

I found them in a puddle by the door. 
Alone the next morning.
They were soaking wet and ice cold.
These discarded words. 

No. 
Don’t
Go. 
No.

I didn’t know what to do with them so I put them in the oven
to dry them off
Maybe someone else can find a use 
for words like this. 

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