A curl of paper

Placed on our scrubbed pine table

A hurriedly assembled

List of necessities

For comfort

And some structure

On days when I am lost

Drifting, unanchored

Thread to sew on a button

Polish, for appearance sake

(Can't show how I'm feeling)

A Sunday lunch

Of chicken, salad

Apple crumble

Trying to hold my life together

When each day it's

Falling further apart

I'm trying but...

Cooking for one

Laying the table for two

(By mistake)

And the empty chair

So many empty chairs

And a hollow heart