These Days
There’s a sign out front and my heart is in pieces.
I haven’t been myself these days.
I haven’t seen a glimpse of the person I knew in weeks.
Not in the mirror; not in him.
Within these familiar walls, trapped in tremendous grief.
I wonder,
when picking up the pieces won’t feel so overwhelming
how something that is supposedly right feels so completely and undeniably wrong
I wonder…
what would happen if I finally gave in and ripped that sign out of the lawn and threw it over the fence?
