February 2021 Writing Prompts: #2 Little By Little
A picture of dog and a cat under a Christmas tree
flowers pressed in a book
that I obediently read
because it was gift of words that meant so much to you.
You left the receipt in it, I still don’t know why.
Tickets to a concert that you were going to take someone else to
I found them just before Valentines Day.
I still have them and I take them out sometimes
Nights in White Satin, indeed.
Little by little the door to that room in the back of my head
swings open with a creak and when it does
I kick it closed again
before the howling starts.