broom in the corner (first draft)

broom in the corner

unmade bed

calendar pages torn

but never read

I remember

the final words you said

I'm sorry I don't love you anymore

refrigerator humming

TV on the news

looks like rain be coming

holes in both my shoes

I remember

all I stood to lose

I'm sorry I don't love you anymore

silence in the kitchen

silence in the hall

I didn't know the distance

of just how far I would fall

I remember

your pity most of all

I'm sorry I don't love you anymore

I'm sorry I don't love you anymore