There are chocolate peanut butter cups in the refrigerator!
The one I bought last week is still there and now there are three more.
Used to be that when I wanted to save something for later
I had to hunt high and low for the perfect hiding spot; what a chore!
I can buy ham again, or chicken with bones.
Bring on the chicken wings and the pulled pork!
Of course, I could do this before too, if I ignored the groans.
To be honest though, lately, it’s salad that’s been on my fork.
And those cups? I haven’t had a single one.
I think I forgot that I never really bought them for me.
I’m mixing my own martini and making coffee for one;
although I’ve found it’s easier to just drink tea.
I’m still sleeping on the right side of the bed
And staring at the same clock as I lie awake.
When I get up in the morning I shake my head
To get rid of thoughts that make my heart ache.
I roll out the mat to breathe and stretch
Extended child’s pose and Shavasana usually do the trick.
From there it almost feels like I’m in the homestretch,
As if this journey is nearly over instead of in the thick
I hang on to that belief: the worst will soon be ancient history.
I will have a fresh start in a new place, a different location.
The could-have-beens will have to remain a mystery
because it’s time to be on my own and change the narration.