THE COUCH

This couch

As old as our love.

It’s hard to just throw away, too worn to donate

Still functional, but not really

My body hurts when I get up and walk away.

I feel its bones, so I try not to sit too long but I get trapped in Nostalgia. I remember breaking this thing in.

Warranty way past expired, where has a decade gone?

Saturn returns, mourning life, saying goodbye, ending a fight, lazy weekends, busy mornings, laptops, coffee, and dreams deferred. 

Seasons changing outside the window while hearts changed inside… as its sits like a scribe, recording memories… like a secret lover being hidden in front of your eyes. The couch has moved where you have, but I’ll always be a part of it. A red wine stain, a burn mark, a hair pin in the cracks.

Two people growing together, growing apart, growing up, growing together, apart, than growing closer, again, only to have grown apart.

At a crossroad. 

But we still sit here, not quite comfortable, not quite ready to give it up. 

But, I think it’s time to get rid of this couch, your new life deserves a new couch.