TUESDAY: To Be Sad

BY ERIN MULLEN

Erin Mullen is a 19-year-old student at Queen’s University in Kingston, ON. Copyright is held by the author.

To be sad is something I never meant to be.
Even your hard-set mouth, I pressed against
with rosy lips and felt you move away from me
to the city. Where bars are open late hours
hours I spent sleeping beside the shape you left.
Lonely me fell into the rhythm of your attention.
A ceiling fan wobbled over the bed we shared,
a low steady sound, the putter of the taxi you left me in.
You set a pace for how far I could fall in love with you.
Between your ears, evanescent thoughts of me
I did not plan on feeling sad about that but
it bothers me now, the faithful sound long faded.

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