It’s moments like these where words fall apart
Where memories become littered with flashbacks to where this started

Kitchen,
Monday night
You brought out the boxes and said it was time for me to go

You said there was no coming back from this
Tuesday night,
Front porch

I sat there waiting

It’s moments like those where worlds fall apart
Where memories feel like yesterday and the tears start to roll

Bedroom,
Sunday morning
I started yelling about how I felt left alone

You said what loneliness have I given you?
Saturday night
Bathroom

I sat there crying

It’s moments like those where hearts start to beat more than normal
Where memories are thrown away for favor of feeling whole while being empty

But as I pack my stuff away
Thursday afternoon
Basement

It’s moments like those where hearts stop beating
Where memories are held on to one last time