08/19/2019
How careless of me
to not’ve noticed you
sneaking your way in
How thoughtless of me
to not’ve checked if I’ve
left my doors wide open
How clueless of me
to not’ve realized how
I may have been eagerly waiting
How hopeless of me
to even think that you’d stay
when you’re obviously leaving
…and now I sit here,
locked up. shaken.
Sparkles and Poetry 