Don’t let me make you feel anything

To think
I have lost you
Were my feet wet?
Did i give myself away?

The canyon lonely, this time of year
Our 1920’s Christmas ornaments -puncture
Stocking feet, worn
And a cap to shelter the memories.

(I have never been divorced, but I imagine this is what it could be. Depressed eating through a box of Ritz crackers. Buttery.)

Poetry

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  1. Never been ‘depressed’ when divorced my two ex-husbands… it was kinda liberating. Like a new breath of cold fresh air πŸ™‚ lol but thats just me i guess.
    But I do agree… theres a “depressing-gut-feel” in ur poem. But I like it. Mmmm, I’d say more ‘loneliness” than depression.

    • All these scenarios play out in my head. The varying reactions to lonely is what, perhaps, leads to depression. Or perhaps the depression is something else. Or maybe my perception is not reading reality correctly. Oh! Thanks for reading… πŸ™‚

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