We'Ll Always Have Paris Poem by Millie Fraser

as i stand in the debris
of a life that was once ours,
our old faces still smile,
beaming at me through the broken shards.
i cry, loud, angry tears.
i choke in the silence,
the deafening nothingness that pinches every inch of my skin.
i stare at him
and wonder if i look as different as he does.
we take black bags and cardboard boxes
and pour old lives into them.
all those moments that once glittered
bright enough to blind
now lie crumpled and creased,
not just packed away
but broken and discarded.
we fill box after box
and then we drive to a place that is just far enough away
and we leave them behind us.
we sweep the lingering dust down the stairs
and watch it get tugged away
back into the outside world.
we stand and breathe.
my lungs are tight
and the cold stings and rattles inside me,
but it helps to fill the emptyness.
now it's all over.
we smashed the world we took years piecing together
and we've cleared away the mess.
there's nothing left to do but turn and walk away.
i don't know where i'm walking to yet,
and it's cold without somebody walking by my side.
but people tell me summer is on it's way