Inspiration part 3

Today is the seventh of July and that means it's been over seven months
Since 4 years of our lives were packed in cardboard boxes
Since Holidays came and went without celebration
Since air mattresses and sellers and buyers and chaos
Today is the seventh of July and that means almost nothing
I don't know when you first looked at me and the spark wouldn't catch
I don't know when love became such a heavy burden
I don't know when we decided to lay it down at the end of the day with our keys and our worries
To pick up or resolve or acknowledge another time
With more time and more energy
I don't know when we realized that day would never come
It's been seven very fast months and I am still writing about it
But please know I am not writing about regret
Please know I am not writing about some vast amount of love I'm holding back for you
Know I am not writing about what if, what if, what if.
I am running a broom through the cobwebs of my heart and mind
When the emotions float around like dustbunnies
I pin them to the paper
I stare at them long and hard
I acknowledge them and then I let them go