Dichotomy
Location
Your clothes on my floor,
your hair on my pillow.
Your face in my picture frames
watches me break down
over the things I kept hidden.
Messages on my voicemail
say you don’t love me
and you’re sorry
but I know that in my bathroom,
there are two toothbrushes
for two lovers too different
to see that love is a forest fire
and we are the little things
that live in the trees.