I saw a photograph today
and it broke me down
you know what I mean?
It reminded me of what I’ve wanted all my life.
Memories and life.
Breathing fresh air like it’s my last and truly appreciating it.
I want the broken glass in the standing mirror.
I’ll remember kicking it by accident stumbling in one night.
And knowing we can’t replace it
But it’s ok
I want our mattress on the floor
Knowing we spent the money saved for the bed frame
on groceries and food for the cat
And that is perfectly fine.
I want the tiny night stand we use as a dresser
And the huge rail we found to hang our clothing
Because his dresser couldn’t fit in the car when we left
I want that experience, because that is who I am.
I am not a new home with decorative pillows.
I am not a spotless living room with a shag rug and matching wall art.
I am not a leather couch with a plastic cover.
I am the light shining in on a Sunday morning, the rays of sun on your face
I am the shitty ottoman we leave in our kitchen
So he can sit and keep me company as I cook
because we don’t have a dining room set.
I am life at it’s beginning
I am a beautiful struggle
I am life when love is all you see around.