At the end of the day, it's just stuff.

and no, i will never reach out to you again
and no, in two weeks or a month or a year,
i will not be back to pick up anything
not the cds not the dvds
not the plates that i served your meals on
not the towels i bought on the first night we spent together
not the candles on the mantle that i used to romance you
not the tools i used
to install the photos that we chose to hang over the fireplace
not the home we built together
not the life we planned for each other
not the beth i thought i knew
not the beth i thought i knew.

Comments

[Sam K]

Beautiful. You unequivocally expressed this moment.