You broke our hearts.
You broke our home.
You left us with no choice.
We had to move on.
The keepsake box with its souvenirs
Of romance, of child, of home
Was smashed, left out,
Tossed on the trash alone.
The flood fell, the tide rose,
It was lifted, and lost from sight.
The heart and what it held bled, shed.
The place, the locus, the where,
All this was lost that night.
The home, the family, the history,
All adrift, no place, no center.
I stare at the dim light
In the distance as the
Storm still flashes and threatens.
I see only space and
A midnight sea that is so somber a silver,
So empty, so fearsome, so empty.
Where do I put my memories?