I never saw before caught in the light an angle i haven't seen before must have always been there these scuffs upon my floor i wonder if they're from you or better yet from us remember in the kitchen we would kiss by the sink i'm still breaking glasses cause all i do is think how i hate my pillows and now i hate our bed i can't find any rest when you're somewhere else instead i can't watch tv don't want to be on the couch you even took my houseplants it's time i'm moving out and i'll leave the dishes furniture, clothes, all let the new people wonder about those scratches on the wall they'll tell no stories about how we lived before but i hope they never see the scuffs upon the floor.  - Jason 11:35pm Wednesday February 22 '06   <-- Back to the poetry menu.