You came and got your things.

I see you came and got your things.

And you didn’t say thank you even after asking for more, which is what you have always done.
I know you blame me for everything and that is hard.
Especially because I am so used to blaming me too.

Now the transition is complete, while prophetically, poetically it still rains.
I wish for you to see what you had in me, with me.
It was a lot more than a mixed metaphor seasoned with cliches.

I do wonder where your things are now that they are not in all the places I didn’t want them to be.
My things are here now, taking up their own spaces.
We are all stretching out, me and my things.

It is a strange feeling to re-inhabit my mind and my home and my personal spaces.
Seems I have been gone a long time.
Getting used to this will be like a strange new journey.

I hope you are on your own new journey.
And in some ways it was nice to know that you had been here, to get your things.
Even though I know you don’t belong here anymore.

Thank you for coming to get your things.


About Amanda

I am repatriating expatriate trying to work it all out. Well, to work some of it out anyhow. I am writing here for sanity, focus and general over-sharing.
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3 Responses to You came and got your things.

  1. aziemniak says:

    Here’s a big hug for you!! And for the kitties. 🙂

  2. mochafueled says:

    Nice poem. You sound a little blue.

  3. Amanda says:

    Well… I think i was more like… indigo. But now I am not sure if I was sad about the reality or the change. I struggle with change…

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