Since you left, the stuff you left
just
makes me feel sad and bereft;
and
so it’s time to clean the house —
farewell to you, my former
spouse.
The air is fresh, the grass is wet —
this is the season we first met;
the birds return; the rabbits, too —
each spring I always think of you.
I
scrubbed the bathroom spic and span —
your
hair’s now in the garbage can;
your
loofah and your dental floss
I
never want to come across.
The neighbors do their gardening
as we divide the furnishings;
the breeze is sweet, the grass is wet —
of course the children were upset.
It’s great to see the
flowers grow —
of course all of the
neighbors know;
the temperature is getting
mild —
it’s time to get the papers filed.
Look
in the fridge, what did I find
but
condiments you left behind;
the
mustard and the mayonnaise —
reminders of our better days.
It
was a lovely life we had —
perhaps
I’ll post a craigslist ad;
perhaps
I’ll buy a me a houseplant
to love me since it’s sure you can’t.
The sun is warm, the grass is mowed —
it’s time our marriage hit the road;
the wind is soft, the sky is blue —
who knows how much the children knew.
I’ll
save a lot come your birthday
with less crap I will throw away;
this is the season we first
kissed —
the same one we got divorced.
© 2024 C. Kurtz.