Left Over
We live with what's leftover,
lessons learned or not,
after the divorce
after the hospital,
after hopes dashed.
We live with it
whether we like it or not
(we don't)
and try not to dwell
on what came before
on what constituted
a happy day
before all this happened.
I've had happy days
like sunlight in Hell,
you wonder who left a window open
and when it will close again.
You've opened a window in my heart.
Let the light in.
Let it in.
December 5, 2015
prompt: leftover poem
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