The frost lies lightly, slowly melts,
and the driveway becomes visible.
A transformation easy to comprehend
unlike your changing from loving to not.
Where does the frost go? Into the hungry air.
What does it know of hunger? I'm lost
in a map that can't tell north from south
I know you've gone south, though I'm not good
with directions. I gaze at the damp asphalt
and think of what they'll say, but it's not fair.
"Their relationship has gone south"
I hold a wet fingertip up to the breeze.
It tells me nothing. Even the bedding
is gone, the silverware, the cat.
Gone South by Alec Solomita | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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Alec Solomita is a writer working in Massachusetts, USA. His fiction and poetry have appeared in many journals and anthologies, including the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, The Galway Review, Red Dirt Forum, and One Art. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His chapbook “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book, “Hard To Be a Hero,” was released by Kelsay Books in the spring of 2021. Both of these books are available on Amazon, at Finishing Line Press, and at Kelsay Books. He’s just finished his third collection, “Small Change.”
