Two Months and Eight Days II by Barsa Ray
Day before yesterday,
I escorted you out of my mind,
shutting the door.
Now I am waiting to see,
if you will come in,
through the window.
Like the terminally ill,
tired of waiting,
two months and eight days later,
we will pretend,
we never knew each other.
Short Bio: Barsa Ray is a graduate of the University of Leeds MA in Writing for Performance & Publication. She has published poetry in The Telegraph Sunday Magazine (Calcutta), The Brainwave and other publications. She is one half of a pair of writers trying to promote unpublished writers through the website unnamedauthor.com and its associated e-books. She has written and produced a play for the festival at the University of Leeds.
Featured image by Anthony Delanoix
Really powerful writing, helped, I feel, by the sparseness of each line which stand alone almost as individual statements.