You said, “that’s the last of it,”
as you gathered your things.
The parts of you I once shared
you held in a brown cardboard box.
Then you were gone.

But you were a master
of stamping yourself in many places,
on many things, a cardboard box couldn’t hold.

You stamped yourself on parts of me
that soap couldn’t wash away
though I scrubbed my hands and lips raw.

You stamped yourself on thoughts
that I couldn’t separate you from.
When I tried, you appeared in my dreams

You stamped yourself on my feelings,
such that I experienced you repeatedly
when I experienced anything at all.

You are not gone
because you are pressed all over me.

I was the only thing you left behind
that probably should have been
in your cardboard box.


Published by roseskyewrite

Screenwriter, poet, dreamer Writing accomplishments: • Feature Drama Script “Wonderful” – Winner of Los Angeles Film Awards “Best First Time Screenwriter (Feature)” (June 2018) • TV Drama/Sci-Fi Pilot “Relics” – ScreenCraft Pilot Launch Semifinalist (2018) • TV Drama/Sci-Fi​ Pilot “Relics” –WAN Writers Workshop Finalist (2018) • Feature Drama Script “Wonderful” – Austin Film Festival Second Rounder (2019) • Feature Drama Script “Wonderful” – The Script Lab Free Screenplay Contest Quarterfinalist (2019) • TV Drama/Sci-Fi Pilot “Relics” – WeScreenplay TV Contest Quarterfinalist (2019) • TV Drama/Sci-Fi Pilot “Relics” – Creative World Awards Quarterfinalist (2019) • TV Drama/Sci-Fi Pilot “Relics: - Chicago Screenplay Awards Quarterfinalist (2019)

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