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.