I stood on the porch and used my mug full
of coffee to warm my hands against the cool
morning autumn breeze that flirted with
my skin — both frigid and a tease — seeing
as it was a relief to the staring sun,
but so brisk the goose bumps began to invade.
I moved over to the bedroom and gazed
at the closet that had clothes oozing under-
neath the door, and the dresser drawers
dusty and damaged with items forgotten years
ago. I peered into the mirror as I saw
your eyes looking right back at me, I inhaled
another sip of the warm concoction, hoping
that it would soothe me as I dragged out some
cardboard boxes and packed up what was
once our home, then yours, and now no one’s.
The tears blended in with the carpet as
I sat on the floor amidst all that was you.