Remains

Remains




Cigarette buts,
crumbled thoughts on the floor,
and a plastic smile
overused to a crook.
A teardrop under the pillow
while a smile is at the door.
Broken words scattered around,
we trampled them before we uttered them.
A few entangled memories
hang like a spiderweb
in the corners of the walls between us.
A single look behind before one turns the knob.
No, nothing else remains.


english translation: Ana Pejcinova