Just like an empty room, when it comes to you I have no perspective
No shapes, no lines, no texture or color on walls to give me a sense of direction
The hallway echos in silence as your heavy black boots no longer mark up my doormat and floor with outside soot
A singular plate clinks with a irritating thud in the sink, angry as it has no companion to bounce off of
My microwave door sticks and renders itself difficult in opening as if to punish me for it’s usage knowing only one meal will be warmed up instead of two
When did inanimate objects start becoming so insolent?
I have enough trouble taming the emotions of red-blooded humans in my world
My bed sheets are cold and uncomfortable now that you’re gone
Thread count is meaningless
Pillow-top padding feels like hard stone under my body
Flat screen TV entertainment is dull and colorless against the backdrop of the quiet room
Intricate tapestry that surrounds my dwelling now looks gaudy and out of place
The master bath with all it’s trinkets, soaps and soothing aura is now just a place to take a dump
What a word
When you don’t want something you take it to the dump
An endless array of unwanted garbage
Singing all out of key and celebrating its stench
I hate the way the word feels in my mouth
Such ugly cadence for an even uglier word
You should not be able to associate such ugliness with the ending of human relations
Aren’t endings like beginnings but with tears?
They are necessary
Just like proper square footage to live in
Just like art work that needs to frame blank white walls
Just like soft couches that dot the landscape of a room and hold ample backsides
Just like a shower radio that soothes and serenades as you ready yourself for the day
Just like sunshine as it pours it’s yellow rays out onto the world
Endings hold a proper place
In our lives
In our homes
Without endings we would never appreciate beginnings
Just like without burned-out worn out building frames and patchy pitiful plots of land
We would never appreciate the splendid design of dream homes and condos that we’d love to own
What is life without perspective?
Just an empty room waiting to be filled I suppose
A room with no view
A room without you
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