I’ve never been much of a poet but I sure like writing the stuff. Some of you know that I’m going through a difficult time in my life. To help me heal, I’m writing poetry. I’d like to post some of it for posterity’s sake. The digital record of this process will be good to reflect on later, I think.
Today, I wrote this one.
The Things I Kept After
The things I kept after the separation
glare sometimes from the shelf.
I replaced the hammer quicker than I bought us the first one.
The coffee cups now feel foreign in my hands.
I bought a welcome mat because I’d never had one before.
Sometimes new things are okay.
Mostly they just stare at me,
wondering when my heart will stop missing old worn out things.