a crack of light by Annsley Zimlich
it’s been six months and I’m still trapped
inside this roundabout.
I’m missing all the exit signs,
or perhaps I purposely avoid them.
if I pretend something isn’t there,
I don’t have to acknowledge it.
because you see,
I’ve been thinking a lot lately
about love and lust
and the difference between the two
and which one drove you away from me.
I never have let myself let go of you
because you’re my muse;
the tiniest shred of light
under the door
in a pitch black room.
without you I am simultaneously
Photo taken by Kirsty