This morning I didn’t
wake him up.
I just gathered my things
and got dressed.
Before I left I looked around his house
because to be honest I’ve only seen
a few rooms.
There is ten years worth
of things from his life
all over.
His daughter’s bedroom filled
with toys and games
and I wondered how he was
able to afford all of that stuff.
Paintings of him and
his daughter made by his ex
wife still hang on the walls.
She was very talented.
A whiteboard of things to do
that maybe never got done
because of the divorce.

And me.

I felt so out of place,
I couldn’t see how I would fit
in here at all.
Every square inch of his life
is taken.
So I took a few hits of his bowl
and saw myself out.