We left every room in disarray,
clothes thrown over chairs –
dirtied outfits awaiting better days.
Our nightstands heavy with dogeared
paperbacks, each page a reminder
that our love withered months before.
The kitchen was a dive bar. Counters
cork-cluttered, sticky with botanicals.
I felt as useful as a barfly.
Such a mess we made,
falling out of love. I searched
for memories in every room.
Cleaned out closets
Shook open drawers
To find only reasons to leave you.
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