for b.

catefrances

she stands in the middle of an empty room
all her memories in boxes
her heart slowly beating, mending day by day
the windows bare
the furniture stacked like tetris in the moving van
the dog barking in the yard
she remembers the first time
walking through the front door with him
how their love for each other bound them as one
such high hopes and joyful expectations for a life together
ripped asunder by greed and lack of thought
by weakness and a hate disguised as love
one last tour through the house
dust collecting in unused corners
spiders spinning homes inside what was once hers
she sighs picks up the last box of the past
and steps into her bright future

CHANGEinWAVES

thank you.....
u feel me:)

eulusso

He pilled all of his stuff on the side walk waiting for the garbage men, and sat on the stairs watching it, feeling better.
He stayed there all night, thinking and half dreaming of the past. But one thought woke him up, "sometimes memories don't keep feelings alive, they freeze them to make good excuses".
At dawn he brought the whole stuff back inside the house, just for what it was...things and stuff. And he had the first breakfast of the rest of his life.
E.

CHANGEinWAVES

I'm sitting here on the landing of the steps... Looking at everything packed away, and the emptiness it leaves behind. But now I see it was just STUFF filling up an emptiness that was there long before.


Tomorrow is moving day:)