this place I have slept through is a kind of hell place this hollow apartment you go back and all the furniture is gone now it is empty the whole family is gone and you are alone now that you have come back there is no going back to the time before you tried to come back and you are back to the time before you could have possibly started and it is over
sometimes it’s hard to look back…go back…. people change…I hope this was fiction JCC…
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I guess you could call it “meta-nonfiction.” A place that I have dreamed about many times. It is a place that I associate with loss and regret–never being able to go back in certain ways, the immutability of time. It is a metaphor, but a very real one.
Thanks, mums–
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thank you for explaining ~ no and at times we cannot revisit and if we do ~ it never is quite the same. {hugs}
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Xactly.
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🙂
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The last lines are haunting. Extremely well done.
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Thank you Natalie–the very last line was a very last-minute addition. I’m glad to hear it works.
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nice; please look at line 10, is there a typo there?
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There is indeed!
THanks So Much–
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