dead mans socks

my father

reduced

to a pile of belongings

 

"a seperate load"

on moving day

to be locked in a storage unti

abandonded

worn clothes donated to charity

furniture left by the dumpster

but we kept his dishes

 

and no memories

 

the tshirts i stole

that he missed

that i wore

not even his

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741