Leftovers

In the end what remains
are the leftovers of years together
late and annoying gestures
loose ends

the almost theatrical intentions
trying to tip truth
to persuade the irresolute

a cup of coffee accustomed to silence
the sigh in a dark corner of the living room
dry tears in the company of distant eyes

I live between guilt and shame
doubts and half truths

In the end all that remains is the sepia of my skin
and whatever else is left of a goodbye.

About the Author

Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a six-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016/17 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal. His chapbook, An Animal Resembling Desire, will be published by Finishing Line Press. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.