shut the windows
against the rain
for outside she smokes
and inside smells like sour-
drunkenness that’s plagued
by ice cold wind driven pains.
i had hoped our gardens
and paintings would remind her
of afternoons spent
with beautiful eyes
and pleasant voices.
but she quickly forgot.
A thirty year old poet who lives in the small village of Napier in South Africa.
I write under the pseudonym of “mrnoodles”
Living with Bpd and Bipolar Type 2.