I ran ’til I reached her door
Knowing she didn’t live there anymore
Screamed in anguish on the porch
As if that would bring her footsteps
As if there was anything left
but the beat of my heart on the door
-N. Trepiak
About The Author
I am a Humboldt local, and I enjoy writing poetry and hunting for agates along the California coast in my down time. In the more chaotic moments of my life, I take care of kiddos, lifeguard at a local pool, and study to (hopefully!) become an EMT. Poetry keeps me grounded through it all, and I’m grateful to have a writer’s group and this platform to share my work and connect with other poets.. Thanks for reading!
