The Break-up

Posted on November 1, 2013 by elrondsilvermaul

The Break-up

I did not weep the day you left;
There was no time for tears.
I turned the mattress on our bed
before its time was near.

I swept your footprints from the floor,
your touch from every wall.
I cleaned the bathroom drains of hair
and scoured the shower stall.

I scrubbed your shadow from every space;
I worked at it till dawn.
Then I became as a willow tree,
For then you were truly gone.

3/21/2000

About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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4 Responses to The Break-up

  1. patchesmany says:
    November 2, 2013 at 12:40 pm

    I too have cleaned when upset. Or i wonder if you simply wanted to erase his presence in an attempt to lesson your own pain.

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    • elrondsilvermaul says:
      November 2, 2013 at 3:59 pm

      Patches-   Thanks for your attention to Break-up.   Cleaning when upset helps me organize my thoughts and feelings about things. 

      “I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” Marilyn Monroe

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  2. PennyD says:
    November 7, 2013 at 12:12 am

    I envy your ability to rhyme.

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