poem~Expectations

d647de968b7368f079443a62cdeee130--farmhouse-stairs-rustic-stairsExpectations

His clothes always
        sounded heavy when
                         they hit the floor
                                  and I would
        stare down at
the carpeting
       hoping desperately
                     that his
                              soul was lighter.

Nikki Lockhart

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