Broken

Cleaning house, in a flurry
of motivation, daydreaming,
suddenly you, or
your memory, I startle,
stop, mid-stride
clutching the plate from dinner
bow my head, catch
my breath, a pang,
as they say, a choked
sob, all over
again, I’m angry
at our separation, at you,
at nothing
and everything

here, you should be
here, with me,
doing the dishes and kissing
my neck, you should
be here, next to me
reading on the couch
here, beside me
in our bed, our smells
mingling and I know
everything is alright

unbearable this
waiting, serrated edges of
trust broken, come home
so we can fix us
a plate shatters, jagged
shards fly, I wonder at
my empty hand,
underfoot, the pieces grind
into the floor we made
love on, when the house,
when we
were new, I stomp
out the door, leave
our broken pieces for you
to mend.

Submitted for OpenLinkNight #37 at dversepoets.com

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About bittersweetverse

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10 responses to “Broken

  • Buddah Moskowitz (@ihatepoetry)

    This is appropriately sad and has a weight, heft to it that makes it almost unbearable. This is too real and fresh to be called art – it has the documentary feel to it. I like it very much, tearful as it is.

  • bajanpoet

    This hits me between the ribcage… I’m blinking back tears…. Going through my own separation at the moment, and so this hits very close to home….

    Very well done. Now excuse me while I recover…..

  • brian miller

    ugh heavy verse…filled with emotion…it is hard after the breaking to understand just went wrong at times…esp when you are not given the chance to try and fix things…hard read….

  • Steve E

    Yup, a difficult one…to read, to re-experience.

    “WE do not forget the past, nor wish to shut the door on it…”
    –Alcoholics Anonymous (Big Book).

    However, I know…yup, I KNOW–that everything is fixable. EVERYTHING!
    Time to heal is never immediate, be it torn skin, broken bone, or smashed love. “Time takes TIME!

    Fine writing: My mini sermon (above) is for whoever might read here with the ‘real’ situation at hand!

    THANK YOU!
    PEACE!

  • hedgewitch

    Yes, been there and can definitely relate. A fine capture of that anger and pain that changes the dynamic, usually forever.

  • Kellie Elmore

    “…you should be
    here, with me,
    doing the dishes and kissing
    my neck, you should
    be here, next to me…”\

    strange the things we cling to when we remember them. I feel the pain and angst. Very bold and emotive write. Nice job!

  • tashtoo

    You have captured that knot in your throat…you know…so much more than the lump. The cramp that rolls through you at the thought, the hurt, the pain, the anger…wow! What a write! Potent…

  • gardenlilie

    Excellent. Relationships are fluid, causing greatness and hopelessnes. That old expression of not knowing the mountain if forgoing the valley. 😦

  • New View From Here

    Much power in this whole piece…I can feel the emotion…the following lines really resonated with me:

    “here, you should be
    here, with me,
    doing the dishes and kissing
    my neck, you should
    be here, next to me
    reading on the couch
    here, beside me
    in our bed, our smells
    mingling and I know
    everything is alright”

    One of my fave moments most days is walking up behind my bride in the kitchen and kissing her neck.

  • ayala

    sad and heavy…a good write!

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