This Home

This Home was our first

I made sure everything was in place

I scan the room for any imperfections or clutter that could be fixed

But I stay clear of the piled mess that was Us

Our love, it had withered

What was I supposed to do?

Sometimes I feel like washed up paper

But then I remember there are some things I like about heartbreak too

Like how it needs a good soundtrack

Or how I now can catch a man’s gaze and not look away first

I walk down our street and the trees are the color of champagne

And I see the sleepy sun resting

And I regret nothing

Gabriella Gurrola is a writer and artist from North County San Diego.