Sad without Tears

Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.

But instead:

The nostalgic

Memories of the,

Sleepy smiles

Shared across the

Knowing plains of

Pillows.

The new, unfriendly chilliness

Formerly inhabited by

The warm comfort of hands

Entwined lovingly.

This strange new home.

Finally clean.

Those unruly, cluttered boxes

That haunted me for so long

Finally taken away.

But I miss them.

I miss you urging

Me to take them away,

To make this place "hospitable."

Except that it's not hospitable

Any more

Without you.

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I call it "brain-vomit." It comes in a rainbow of colors.

Kait Mauro, Dec 17, 2010

I feel this one.

"This strange new home.
Finally clean.
Those unruly, cluttered boxes
That haunted me for so long
Finally taken away."

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