emily

Kendall A. Bell - Poet, Curmudgeon.

emily

please emily, come home
this place is not the same without you
and you left the milk out again
you don't know what it's like to wake to that smell

I collected some of your hair, emily
whatever I found in the sink and on your pillow
that perfect 70's, wood-grained-station wagon panel colored brown
you just don't see that anymore

what am I going to do with all of these shoes, emily?
there's not a sneaker or a pump to speak of
you sure have style

did I not love you enough?
is that why you left?
or did I forget to take the garbage pails in too many times?

I can still smell you everywhere
it's not that hideous perfume I smell
it's the sweetness of your skin
you left it on the sheets again this morning

please come home, emily
I promise I won't leave the seat up again