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It is through turned backs that we learn to live without
Via the emptiness that follows goodbyes we waved to fond memories
The loneliness of spaces left when 50% of belongings are gone
The relief in the morning when there are 50% less arguments
with half the bed slept in
the whole of a child temporarily yours
your secrets only about you.
It is through turned backs that we learn that to live without
may not be the loss we think it will be
may be the windfall we’ve kept our fingers and toes crossed for
all along.
After all,
we are living
-without the tension,
without crushed eggshells under the soles of our feet
and around those we have transformed into gods
without expectations that maybe he’ll show up this time
without hopes that maybe she’ll notice this time.
With knowing that surely we are alone
and that is a good, far cry from together alone
from wives who are single mothers; world-weary, friendless husbands,
children sensing inexplicable voids.
We are living without.
We finally know what we have,
what we don’t have,
what we’d rather have,
what we’d rather build.
We are living without.
We are, at last, living.

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PS: Apologies for the late post. I had some technical difficulties posting this yesterday but we’re good to go now.

The Tenant

2am:
A rude wind pulls on a door
Rushes into a compact, square room
Invades thin layers of bed-covering
Like a crime edging its way into a mundane life…

Tiny accidents:
Small occurrences of agitated peace narrowly avoided
A broom just about knocked a broken lamp over
A gigantic bag of trash stashed in a corner
nearly started a fire
when candle and match next to it
were summoned to bring forth light
A pungent jar of urine almost spilled its contents
over an adjacent suitcase half-way packed…

Ever teetering on the brink of absorption…

Now:
Bare feet
sticking as they move across a filth-coated floor
transport trembling hands around mess mistaken for heirlooms
Restoring a figment of order within discord
Door finally bolted shut…

Upstairs:
They roll over in their beds
Eyes squeezing closed
No need to play sister’s keeper
The crazy tenant has her mess under control.

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When Contentment Meets Joy

‘Til then there is nothing but calm
A passive reassurance
That ideals are safe in the dark
In uncertainty and circumstantial promise
Prompting tender surprises
As open hearts collide with destiny.

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