To Ms from Mrs.

I broke up with the China today.

I set it free for someone else to have their way- with it.
I wrapped the drinking glasses in old news paper and I watched the forks and knives argue about reality and make pretend.
I counted the tea cups and plates we were getting rid of along with the pots and pans and the oven gloves.
All the old doilies and kitchen rags I just threw in some paper bag- named what if.

And yesterday's wine glasses those I kept; I plan on breaking them into a new tomorrow with lots of hope and little sorrow.

I contemplated the day we bought most things, and wondered about and within;
old coffee mugs, and tethered vases, I'm not sure how to hold together what the mind replaces and all the empty spaces inside the cabinets and shelves where memories still hide- the heart erases.
Scents and smells, seasons of sad days, old floury trails and cake mixes, sugary betrayals and quick fixes.
Some things I kept but most I threw out, it was hard to let go of what fit so nicely; could've, should've but not precisely-

I swept up the dust of what use to be out the front door and I watched the pieces of doubt and regret float around less and more.

The little bird inside me is wondering what will be and what we had- both scared and sad.
A little empty in my bitter-sweetness;
To Ms from Mrs.