NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 7

Charlotte Hamrick

Moving Day

You held the key to my heart
for a time
It’s trite but true
I was a cliche -
a red convertible on the PCH
a drunken tourist on Bourbon Street
a country come to town in NYC
Cliches are created by shared experiences
We shared nothing of substance
a mythology of kinship, an unfurnished room
You were a cackling crow
who shut the door and flew away

With thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooke from The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.

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