Grace Pedemonte
Separated But Not Lost
I live in pieces
Not shattered
Just separated like puzzle pieces
Laying alone on the floor
Two houses
Two different staircases
Two beds with a different feel
Two mirrors with the same reflection
Wednesday morning
My bag is staring at me from the corner
Waiting to be packed
Always unzipped
Spilling everything out
Like it can’t hold everything in
Two rooms two lives
Two quiet houses I bounce between twice
Two dressers, two sets of folded clothes
Two versions of “home”
Two fridges
The same school photo
Taped to the door
A frozen smile
I have worn before
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