Wrong Number

If you don’t love me

why do you keep me?

If you don’t love me

why do you care?

I stood before you

my hands out in supplication

tears crowding the corners of my eyes

mouth turned down

a sad clown’s frown

while raven’s clawed at my hair.

I rend my clothes

blacken my cheeks

with mascara rivers

as you stare in disbelief.

Suddenly I stop

and look at the number above you

realizing I am at the wrong house.

The one I needed to guilt lived at 217

and I was at 271.

Awkward…….

 

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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