Micheala Ruth September | + Follow Poet |
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Never the same

Relationships are special
Where break ups are rough.
The reasons you loved them
Become why you leave.

A special bond shared,
Destroyed from the roots.
You become haunted
By what you both shared.

Where once lay adoration
Turns to resentment 
Of two souls who
Once promised each other the world.

You can’t hear your favourite song
Without thinking of them.
Every place that you go
Is tainted with their scent.

Dancing in the rain
Is now too intimate for you.
When the sky pours,
You no longer feel happy.

There’s the absence of clothes
In the other half of the cupboard.
Only your shoes
Sit in the doorway.

Your regular waitress
Hands you your coffee.
‘It’s on me,’
Said with pity.

The taste of your food
Is nothing but bland.
He took all the spices
That belonged in your kitchen.

The bookshelf is empty
And you don’t know why.
There’s only one book
But you were the reader.

It’s highlighted and marked,
With notes in the margins.
You’re donating it;
It hurts too much to read.

There’s no food in the fridge— 
But that’s a lie.
There’s food in the fridge,
Just too much for you.

The milk is expired. 
When last did you drink?
He was the coffee person
Every morning at six.

You stare at your phone
With an unintended hope.
It's not going to ring;
He won't be calling again.

You tear off the poems
Lining your bedroom walls.
Toss out clothes
You have no reason to wear.
(They’re too big anyway.)

Your hair is too short.
Bob to your chin.
It makes you look old
And the blond doesn’t help.

Your roots are showing, 
But you can’t wait.
You just want to dye it.
It wasn’t a look you wanted.

You find your face wet,
Lay in the cold of the bed.
You’re alone
And nothing will ever be the same. 

Inspired by 'Cut my hair hair' by Mico.

Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2023

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