20 May 2007

how do i

write about this? the boxes went into the van so quickly and so did you. i immediately put all my clothes into your closet and the empty drawers in the chest of drawers. this place is filled with your presence and yet your absence leaves gaping holes. there are several bobby pins laying on the floor of the closet and i can't bring myself to pick them up. i guess i will eventually.

i say to myself over and over "i live alone." soon that reality will truly crash into me although i already feel as if the wind has been knocked out of me.

"i live alone."

this is a thing that has happened.

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