I came in through the front door
You left the rings on the counter
Delicately one on top of the other
The boxes neatly organized,
A note on the chalkboard
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more”
Your blood still staining the floor
I didn’t breathe for a week
My body did not know how to eat or sleep
Felt you pressed against me
In the muscle memory
Laid in the tub
Wrapped my clothes around me
Try to absorb the warmth in anyway it found me
I put the ring back on
I erased the note
Listened to our song
I unpacked the boxes
Scrubbed the stain from the floor
This place wasn’t home anymore.