Kniefall | a poem

she languished on the wall towards the street

her body had lost its posture

this is what she’d look like

how she’d be remembered

dishevelled beneath the flower-patterned blouses

the talc-scented skin

the combed hair

greasy strands here and there

but she smelled like her

with all components of her letting go

observing the past movements of the street

the past sounds of playing children

adults now

somewhere in the world

outside of her house

and she seemed to wait still

wait for a time when she felt intact

when this house felt intact

when the future felt closely knit

but all streets led away

into the world

and she sits there now

on her spot

when I remember her

the way I always loved her

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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