I used to sweat the small things & would get so uptight
About where you forgot your dirty boat shoes,
or how you would leave a single dish out – and your laundry sprinkled on my bedroom floor
Now, all my dishes are put away and there are no more boat shoes on my floor
Or tracks of mud from their treads to provoke my complaint
My floors are completely visible, like my melancholy heart
The faucet once left open – drip, drip, drip
Just blares silence to my eager ears
I just hear my heart beat – thump, thump, thump
I used to race behind you to keep things perfect
But I didn’t realize how perfect they actually were…
All my complaints are gone, but now I understand
How funny the saying goes…
I was inspired to write this poem because it's the way I feel after someone close to me isn't in my life anymore
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