She's going
and my stomach hurts
and my mind tells me it's
for the best
and the house we share
will no longer be a priority
except to change it
for another family
and the light is low
and she is sleeping
in the same bed
and there is a pounding
in my head as our shadows
cross and cry.

Where?

I have lost so much time
in dark silences and
blaring music while she walked
on tiny shells hoping to
keep them from breaking

We talked
first time
in 5 years and it felt
so good,
but she is going and I know
that it will be alright.