Special Selection for the 2022/2023 Winter Holiday Issue
Poetry by Briena Sohns
I drove past the house,
Two months after we sold it.
Only glancing up for a second,
I saw they still had my old air conditioner,
Perfectly positioned in the window.
Would they remember to take it out?
When the fall leaves start to christen?
My white curtains still hung,
But I wonder if she shuts the blinds at night.
Glow in the dark stars still glued above the bed,
But I wonder if they sparkle in her eyes.
She would never know the stories behind them.
But maybe it’s better that way.
Simply left behind,
Like my old air conditioner.
Briena Sohns is the author of “Winter Nights” published in The Catskill Review. She attends Palm Beach Atlantic University studying Communication and English. Her most recent accomplishment is being hired as a Resident Assistant in Baxter Hall. Though she now resides in Florida, she was raised in Upstate New York.
