The Difference

3 days.
I was gone
for 3 days, man.

It was enough
to make
the same unmade bed,
not mine.

It was enough to make
the space 
my opened room door led to,
somewhere I'd never been before.

3 days.
3 days was all
it took.

for the mixture of
our f*****g vicious words
and the tears
of our broken hearts
to seep into
our favorite couch,
and even our not so favorite one,
and into every corner
of this house that once
heard us laugh
and saw us grow.

I came three days
after the happy portrait
broke.

a portrait because , the glass
was all that held it in,
until it couldn't hold anymore
and the paint rushed through the cracks
onto the floor, unruly, and mixed so that
its former glory couldn't even be distinguished.

I came three days
after the happy portrait broke.

and the tears fell
as i walked on the shards
of our broken family
and looked around a place
that happiness had left behind,
and knew that,
nothing would ever be the same.

Author's Note

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