When another woman leaves a mess
At first maybe it’s just a hair tie
But then as you are walking
into the house of his life
you start to see dings and dents
in the walls
stains on the carpets
of fast food places
they loved to eat.
if you look under the couch cushions
you’ll find that song
that she used to love
And he won’t listen to any more
And as you walk across the kitchen floor
broken glass crunches underfoot
Like the shards of a plate that was dropped
And as you bend down to pick up these piece
You start to recognize a few
And some are completely foreign to you
You realize they are peices of the hearts
that were left behind
His
And hers
And his third grade best friends
who moved away
while he was at summer camp
His grandpa who always took him fishing
And his favorite dog that ran away
And you have to carefully place them in a box
One to take home and sort
For the ones you can recycle
The pieces you can put back together
For the ones that are smudged and need
Just a little tender love and care
So you take the box
And set it by his front door
Waiting there for him to say
I’ll take care of that tomorrow
Don’t worry about it now
Or
Here’s what I have .
Take it and have it
but please be careful of the sharp edges
Because he realizes
there are things left broken
When another woman leaves a mess
- Author: Erica Lewis (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 10th, 2023 11:27
- Category: Love
- Views: 12
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