This was written in October 2015 while I was going through my divorce. I was cleaning out my garage after my ex-husband moved out. I could hear the sounds coming from the families in the other townhomes and it broke my heart. 

The things that mattered

I held too loosely

The things that didn’t

I held on tight.

 

All the things I had build for myself

Cramped into tight spaces

Without any room

No space for light.

 

I cry out for what is missing

Wondering if it will ever be alright

Trying to pick up what is broken

The pieces of my life.

 

I hear the sounds of laughter

The smells of dinner around the table

Coming from another house

The one that’s not mine.