Autumn Insecurity

She left nothing to remind me.
I’m not crying.
My eyes, they just really sting.
Love sees through me,
dangling memories over my head,
as I fix my gaze out the bay window,
a coffee cup warms my fingers
the autumn leaves in piles of swathes below
crickets coming from the bedroom
an objectified silhouette of skin and bones
dance with the insecurity I see in me.
But a note said she just went to the store.
A box of condoms
and a pregnancy test made the grocery list.

(© 2022 AC)

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