Now What?


You left with love
Packed into boxes,
Hugs shoved into bags.
Every smile wrapped
Tightly and tucked away.
You took every photo,
But left the frames,
Empty on cold walls.
Turning out the lights
Behind you, shutting
Our door. You said
Leaving me is good
For you, but you were
Good for me, and now
I’m left without
Your love, your light,
Your warmth—
An empty frame
On a cold wall.