I packed my bags

and left the house

we once loved in,

drove fast and far from

the memories I’m stuck with:

Shattered glasses and promises in pieces,

smashed plates without conviction,

we made art in that kitchen.

You broke my heart in that kitchen.

Kiss sweet mornings

of drip coffee and cream,

I still feel your hands on me

in the sunlight.

Honeymoon nights

of tables, birds, and the bees,

I sti...