i am waitingMature

I am waiting.

I am waiting for the push to come to
packing our bags, for the unsaid to come
knocking at the door, collecting back-taxes and
eyeing up our television, my laptop, your guitar amp.
What are we besides a collection of things we use
to get away from each other and the debts we incur
unmentioned, but always remembered, and never forgiven?

The End

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