Silience

I assembled my sofa in our living room
and I cried.
And I walked to the Starbucks down the road;
it took me two minutes.

And this has no qualifications of poetry
but it feels the same
so I’m putting these words into verse
because this is as beautiful.

I screwed the legs on myself
and flipped the seats back upright,
and I followed the instructions
because I am too old and too tired to be arrogant.

And I looked at the little living room
lit only by the grey light through the window
and thought, “I love our home.”
and I closed my eyes as they filled.

Because Home is brand new
and it’s mine
and I made it here
and I assembled our sofa in our living room.

I didn’t know if I would survive this long
but I am breathing
and it is 75 degrees, which means the heatwave is breaking,
and it rained yesterday, and this morning, and still the sky is gentle,
and autumn is coming like a mercy

and I’ll never have to go back
because i made it
and i assembled our sofa in our living room
and I cried.