Chinese For ThreeA Poem by Parachutes and SunshineThis was something I realized when we suddenly only ordered our chinese food for three people.
Everything from the big things to the small, seemingly insigificant things,
they remind me of how things will never be the same. But it's not supposed to be this way. I never thought it would have to be. Never wanted it to be. You can't call this your home anymore. You won't call it that any time soon. All of your your belongings slowly disappearing as well. Most of the things I had become so comfortable with, are no longer near me, are not available to me for the comfort of the sameness. The sadness, the stress, the frustration, is so apparent, but covered up by the phony smiles. The smiles that make me want to scream. You're not okay with this, I'm not okay with this, no one's okay. Our livess are different now. And they will always be. There's no longer four. No need to buy for four. We order for three now, Chinese food for three. © 2014 Parachutes and SunshineAuthor's Note
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