On the same subject

Accepting the sideways, because I feel sideways.

I remember when the concept of forgetting something at your house didn’t seem like saying goodbye because of course I would be back within the week.

When the untangling of stuff seemed easier than the untangling of self
Which seemed impossible
And far away

But I was wrong,
my heart and body unraveled quickly
with unkind words,
onto the floor,
not left undamaged;
untangled.

On the other hand,
your stuff is still here,
mixed up and into
my things that I’ve loved
before I loved you
and my things that I’ve loved
after I loved you.

Stuff is harder to untangle.

xx monique