4d (edited) • 🎯 Challenges
5 Feb
There's this cafe I used to go to–
I lived just down the road.
With mismatched,
gray and salmon tiles.
For years, it felt like home.
I left the suburb a while ago,
thinking that it was best.
The fence that borders
our little home,
surrounded by my ex.
The yellow door that kept us safe,
windows of painted glass.
I walked
through
shattered
glass.
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