Emily Hart
38 poems
08/28/2023 00:00h
The echo is the worst part
every step, every cup set down
the house repeats you
back to yourself
i've started walking softer
07/14/2023 00:00h
I had the same dream twice this week
you were still here
the apartment still smelled like your coffee
when i woke up
i lay very still
trying to keep it close
06/30/2023 00:00h
I counted the tiles in the ceiling
i counted my breaths
i counted the cars that passed outside
one in a while
sleep is not a door i can knock on
05/17/2023 00:00h
Silver on the garden
silver on the floor
the moon makes everything look
like it belongs somewhere else
i stand in it
letting myself be
translated
04/22/2023 00:00h
There is a kind of silence
that isn't empty at all
it's full of everything
you chose not to say
i live in that silence
03/08/2023 00:00h
I dream about the house i grew up in
it's always rearranged
rooms in different order
doors that shouldn't be there
my mother is in the kitchen
but when i walk in
it's someone else
02/11/2023 00:00h
Everything is louder at 3am
the thoughts i don't have time for
during the day
come home
the refrigerator hums
and i think about you
01/15/2023 00:00h
The moon keeps coming back
like it hasn't decided anything yet
pale and round and indifferent
i watch it from the same window
it doesn't know my name
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