division thing


had told me

one time you come home

I’ll be gone

& all I could think to say was


& that happened

came in to a cold empty room

I could live with almost all of that

even took the welcome mat

the food in freezer drawers

sheets pillows off the bed

left me with a blanket full of holes

no goodbyes no kisses on the mirror

no forwarding no note

but the things she took to hurt

my paperback stacks I loved

orange crates of music

those ones only I ever played

my cardigan favourite shirts

a coat jacket belt for my jeans

about then I realised

she had given me time to prepare

somewhere along the way

should’ve shown I cared

or at least cleared the air

done the whole your stuff my stuff

division thing

made it clear we were starting over

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