A Tour through a Broken Past
I stepped into his house;
Nothing was different.
His red flower vase still sat slightly
to the right of the coffee table.
Five years later, his otter
brown coat I embraced so many times
was held, empty, on the coat hanger
beside the back door.
I smelled the coat.
I know it had been five years.
But everything was the same.
It smelled like autumn and woods and
his truck and old books.
I walked around.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.
Everything looked the same, but
Everything was not the same.
Then I left out the way I came,
Knowing completely of how we learn but rarely unlearn love.