Polterabendfigur | a poem

she contains your scent in an airtight plastic bag

your scent in your blanket, your covers, unwashed

the last night you spent in her flat

said goodbye as if there was another tomorrow

you left in a hurry

left as if you’d return

along the way you decided that you wouldn’t

you’d never say goodbye to anyone

anything, anyplace

we lost you along the way

the cat waited in our mother’s flat that turned dark and heavy

for your return

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

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