By Jamil Akram
Receipts
I kept your receipts
folded, battered,
but still yours.
When you were down,
I showed you it,
and when I was down,
I read it.
I wonder if you still buy those flowers,
or use the vase.
Maybe I need to throw you out.
By Jamil Akram
Receipts
I kept your receipts
folded, battered,
but still yours.
When you were down,
I showed you it,
and when I was down,
I read it.
I wonder if you still buy those flowers,
or use the vase.
Maybe I need to throw you out.