Letting go


Every morning
is the routine
every day
the same old thing

What has changed?
you and me
We're no longer
"we"

It's little things
put away forever
furniture moved around
boxes on the ground

books that once belonged to us
linens, sheets,
towels, music
pictures, letters, notes

They await the day of rending
the day of breaking
sorting, dividing
the day of letting go

Mornings at the window
coffee in hand
sliding into evening's sheets together
reading before I turn off the light

The big things, the small things
all share the same fate
they won't travel with us together
this is a study in letting go

You won't cry over things
or fight
you won't throw a tantrum
you'll simply let go

What was once us
has been reduced to dust
I sit in sackcloth and ashes
my cheeks stained, my eyes red

This rending
is more than just things
more than just memories
more than just a change of address

This is us
letting go

letting go
of us.


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