Looking Back

Looking back…

I see a string
of stained coffee cups,
battered boxes
filled with regret
dirty sheets,
dirty laundry
broken crockery and
promises
with a thin film
of dust
covering it all

I dared
to eat the peach,
but it was mealy
and tasteless,
a sticky mess
dripping down my chin
and I…
I am left
with the pit

This poem was originally written for a creatvie challenge by the Facial Expression Poetry Group.