Jordan Avis
Stories (3/0)
Where I Was
I found myself in the red leaves when summer faded to fall. I found myself in the way the wind pulled them from their branches and softly carried them through the air, placing them carefully on the earth. I found myself in the way they seemed to belong there. I found myself in the picture they painted together on the ground. I was in that picture. I had missed the leaves.
By Jordan Avis6 years ago in Poets
The Worst Part
I think the worst part is I still see you every day. I see you in half empty aisles of the grocery store, skimming through bottles in search of your shampoo, the kind that smells distinctly of the back of your neck. I still have to pass you, sitting on the bench three blocks from your house, and convince myself to keep walking, that even if I turned around, even if I fell into your arms, even if you held me, just for a second, as tightly as you held me years ago, you’d never want me back. The worst past is I’m not even sure if that’s true.
By Jordan Avis6 years ago in Poets