Carolina's Letter
/I opened a parcel in a frigid living room.
Carolina told me she had returned home,
home being any town I resided in.
I wanted to strangle the anger
out of my self-esteem’s wounded pride,
but then I’d have nothing
with which to scream insecurities
into the mirror, echoing into her ear.
I caught a case over getting even with her.
So, I cut her brakes in a dream—big deal.
Carolina’s eyes judged me,
finding no humor.
She deliberated and then sentenced me
to anger at my management of rejection.
I arched a brow.
Carolina’s back in time
to miss a step in the basement
and fall into my arms before autumn rolls around.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
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