Her loneliness and longing whispers as she puts the luggage on the wooden floor
Her handbag slowly follows
A smell of nicotine comes rushing after – she could taste it on his lips when they kissed
The white daisy petals she got on the first date fall on the floor
The taste of the sweet coffee they drank on the second date
Rose petals, red wine, fine dining lobster on the third date
She puts it all down
The yelling and fighting as things slowly changed
The coldness of the floor as he pushed her down
The sound of his feet walking away
The echo of the silence after he slammed the door
The floor was built to stay strong
To handle any stomping
To carry and bare it all – and it has
“Love will find you, don’t waste your time searching for it,” said her mother
She’s laying down with cracks now
She needs to be cared for
It would be better if they stopped stomping all over her
Just like the floor
It’s cold now
It has bared it all
Just like her
It will crumble under pressure
Just like her
It stood the test of time
It embraces her
She and the floor are one
Or maybe she has become the floor.