September 22nd

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.


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