24hrs In An Empty Nest Poem by Angie M..

Six or seven trips across the city
and then finally the punch in the gut
every memory that I knew I was going to miss
suffocated me then instead
and in a space that was created for more than me
a floor too hard for my feet

This morning,
(though quiet as usual)
every thing was much too big
the fridge
the dinning table
but this time, too much air surrounded me
and I told myself I can keep my habit of tip-toeing
neighbours below...

so I went with it

This afternoon I made the fridge even bigger
and considering how unpleasant the task
it was perfect to do today
cause now I'm off to go fill it back up