The Chair and The Table and The Closet

It looks at me in the hall
Where I have put it “for the moment”
It was his.
Before I was.
Fine leather. Beautiful.

It is close to the Venetian table.
That is not in the hall, but in my living room.
In. My living. Room.
It was his.
Before I was.
Fine crystal. Spectacular.

These are both close to the custom-built wall closet.
That is in my new apartment.
my NEW apartment
They are mine.
After I was his.
Fine craftsmanship. Remarkable.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story

A poem about living in the grey area of moving on from heartbreak. Metaphorically letting go of some aspects of a relationship which carried their lessons but should not be kept, cherishing others to keep for oneself, and creating a new life adjacent to these that is beautiful in its own newly crafted way.