By AIMEE-JANE ANDERSON-O’CONNOR
20 years old
University of Waikato

The night you left,

it burst from my mouth,

flooded the freckled noon.

I painted it under bridges,

smudged it on skyscrapers,

screamed it,

silent and sure,

the middle of a paddock,

your side of our bed,

put a megaphone to my chest,

you will hear only echoes.

And you.

This poem is part of the TEARAWAY Young Poets feature for National Poetry Day.

The Common Room

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