Playing House

I am worn, and drained

Stuck beyond exhaustion

Content to fall behind

To sit with everything

That you’ve left here

Play house like a child

With bits of memory

Line up all the moments

You claimed that you loved me

Pair them with the chances

I gave myself to leave

Make them dance like dolls

In the inner reaches of my mind

If I toss the words you said

Into the things you did

And bake them in an oven

I could slice out truth

Put it on a plate

Butter both the sides

Attempting to craft something

Out of all the nothing

That you left me with