by The Cowl Editor on October 15, 2020
Poetry
by Marelle Hipolito ’22
Wet sand on my pillow from falling asleep at the beach
Crumbs on the table from when we were too hungry to sleep
Bent bottle caps strewn to every corner of the room
Only thing missing is any trace of you
I always thought that after London, Paris, and Rome
You would somehow find your way back home
But the only thing that has come back is the cool swift of the breeze
Rolling in waves through the curtains, singing the chimes of keys
Months went by with no word, no call
I could no longer afford risking it all
So I stuff you in the dark of my miscellaneous drawer
Hidden between broken hearts and abandoned daughters
And there you stayed for one thousand days
As the cabinet rotted and gave with age
In the night sorrows I dragged it to the side of the road
But with the morning light I found myself running, because I couldn’t let go
I rummaged through my miscellaneous drawer
Passed the broken hearts and three abandoned daughters
Found you still alive with your heart softly beating
Just like that October when we fell asleep on the beach