Another load taken from the house, less evidence of our coupling.

Stripping down a decade of dreams into boxfilled car loads of things I never want to look at again.

The house sits empty but the whispers of false promises echo from within its walls. 

I try not to listen.

The bedroom still smells like us… 

I’ve been absent from those kind of thoughts for a long time. 

Trip by trip, I negate myself from this life, with few plans to what’s next. 

Leaving behind rotten hope; the...