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While cleaning up

I swept up bits and pieces

of you and me

Places we have been

Things we did together and seen

Fragments of memories

Splinters of glass that used to be

a happy reflection of our family.

Spiders ran across the floor

confirming the cobwebs that now block light

in our haunted mansion of bad memories

I sweep

And sweep

Some corners are hard to reach

I can still hear the preacher preach

“God can do all things”

Things do grow old I say

If not treated with maintaining care

So now what is left

are fragments,

Just mere chips off the old block of ice

our cold marriage

I don’t have all the pieces,

If I did, where would I begin

The eggs have been scrambled.

Can God unscramble this omelet?



Well all the trash is now collected

in my dustpan of goodbyes

and away they go, to return no more

Goodbye.