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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