
Typewriter Series #2656 by Tyler Knott Gregson
My courage wasn’t liquid,
it was fire forged
and steel in the center of me.
I said I loved you
and left it there,
anyone who knew anything
could find it,
but it was yours, and
so I left it.
Funny the things we walk around,
step over and forget
to pick up.
Funny how they become part
of the landscape,
camouflaged into our routine.
I love you
left like laundry to be carried
up some set of stairs,
folded,
and ready to be worn
when the weather,
when the temperature
was just right.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on July 05, 2019 16:39