(no subject)
I waited for you to come home. I broke several glass vases during the wait. I removed my fingernails to touch the soft skin underneath. I made tea from pencil shavings I found under the desk. I played the songs you loved when we met.
I don't think you ever arrived. But I was not at the loss that I thought I would be. Instead I buried my face deep under piles of grey and green scarves. I watched the sunset through cloth squares and didn't shut my eyes until the sun came up again. I then forgot that you were ever on your way. I hid every particle that resembled your smell or shape. I vacuumed the carpet to rid your dust and I burned new smells into the walls. I glued the broken vase bits into the windowpane until I couldn't see out.
I don't think you ever arrived. But I was not at the loss that I thought I would be. Instead I buried my face deep under piles of grey and green scarves. I watched the sunset through cloth squares and didn't shut my eyes until the sun came up again. I then forgot that you were ever on your way. I hid every particle that resembled your smell or shape. I vacuumed the carpet to rid your dust and I burned new smells into the walls. I glued the broken vase bits into the windowpane until I couldn't see out.