In Between My Couch Cushions

In between the cushions of my couch

I found memories of you here and there;

A piece of lint from your sweater

and the conversations we used to share.

People watching was what I did with you

as if every movement was in slow motion;

I was captured by your beauty like a Rembrandt

but now its all a fleeting memory.

Finding coins between the cushions

doesn’t ease the void I now carry,

my pockets empty as my heart, torn apart

all because of something I did or didn’t do.

So I cleaned the cushion of all the memories

I just had to; I had to vacuum them all up

like glimmers of hair between the light and dust

and buttons that probably went to your sweater.

Shaking out all the dust and memories into the trash

remembering the fondness I found that day

and remembering the pain of what I lost;  

In between the cushions of my couch.

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