Poetry · Writing

Souvenir Shot Glass 

I counted the steps

as you walked away. 

Watched the shower cap fall

mist falling past the nightly

drink

and I counted those too. 

Lost track at eleven

blink twice if you can hear me

I didn’t lose what we had

you couldn’t bear to put down

the glass. 

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