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Nov 2018
The room is a mess
The lightbulb needs to be changed
I also dropped his favorite bottle of cologne earlier
I guess its appropriate for the occasion
Something to remember him by
I just know I cant stay here anymore
“You are leaving because you deserve better” the voice in my head shrieks
How does one pack away five years of her life in one worn out leather case?
The tickets and passes stare back at me
What do I take and leave?
Diary….clothes… Shoes…jerky..energy drinks…
What about the dried up rose from our wedding night?
Thin stack of letters we wrote to each other long before Facebook and messenger got in the way?
There is space for that!
I throw in paperwork that documents that peter has given up his powder addiction
Information on all the court mandated anger management classes that he has been attending behind my back
He is getting better.. Just like he promised..
“But he will hurt you again” she says mockingly
I Can’t throw out the ring or chain I am wearing
“Sell it! She whispers.. You’ll be needing the money…”
“Sell his watches, baseball cards, and all the glittery crap in the room she continues
Take the key and the secret stash behind the bed”
I hurriedly packed everything
My fingers tremble just slightly
“Your doing the right thing” she croons in my head
My eyes burn
There is no time wipe away the tears
He will be here soon…
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
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