Quit Claim

As I box it all up
Sifting and sorting
What once was wheat
Now turned to chaff
I found your vows
On a creased yellow post-it
The promise of happiness
In your crooked hand
Did you mean it?


It’s hard now to remember
The bright spots
Our first day here
Eating pizza on the bedroom floor
Surrounded by the boxes
That would fill our generation of this home


I wonder
Where we went wrong
When I said I wasn’t happy
And you said I was crazy
I wonder
If it was ever right at all


Looking at it
You could have written it yesterday
But I haven’t seen you
Since the day it ended
And I know you haven’t changed


Part of me
Is sorry I don’t miss you
Part of me feels cruel
While the rest
Is the proudest I’ve ever been


So I’m moving
Away
On
Up
With a pocket full of new dreams
Instead of the ash of old nightmares
But I shed a single tear over them
Swirled my finger in the paste it made
And licked the bitter clean