Ode to the Nightstand
what still stands beside me
By Kay HusnickPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Christopher Jolly on Unsplash
I expected it to be gone, taken apart and packed away in the back of the Subaru by the time I got home,
but instead, it became one of the only things you told me would be left behind on purpose
now it's a reminder of what once was
one of many, but one that will stay exactly where you left it
it's funny how something that comes apart so easily turns out to be sturdier than we were
maybe it's about the foundation
the four legs you turned tightly into place don't feel insecurity; they won't collapse under the slightest pressure
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Comments (6)
Great PoV and use of metaphor. Loved this piece.
Oh wow, I love this. There's something so poignant yet healing about it. The extended metaphor works well. And you chose a great photo to go along with it, too.
Great way of flaming exes!
I really enjoyed this. Your style is really unique and your voice shines through on this. "it's funny how something that comes apart so easily turns out to be sturdier than we were" What a powerful gut punch. Well done.
Nice one! I like your style, so casual and so deep at the same time.
This was a really cute ode 😭