Free Write: Based on Last Word

This countertop is cold
Cold like the look I gave you when I told you to go
Go away from here
Here is where you left me
Me, a word I say too often
Often I find myself standing in a room with no walls but obvious boundaries
Boundaries is what my heart needs to keep it inside this flesh, you see
Seeing is believing but what if you are blind
Blind to the World
The World can be so cold