My main intro will be that I am in a divorce support group, and more than half the people in there are divorced because of money problems. This poem is respectfully a reflection of my first husband and I. We walked away from our marriage and left everything about it behind.
Abandoned Hotel Room
Judging by the stubble on the edge of
the sink, the after shave, and shaving cup;
this man was clean shaven. He worked here too
because of the name badge and rack of ties.
Covering the dresser there are road maps
for most of the Western United States,
and a collection of tourist tee shirts
are folded in the drawers of the dresser.
Dry silk stockings hung in the shower tell
us that this man was not alone. He was
accompanied by a lady. She liked
shopping because there are still shopping bags
from boutiques near and inside the closet.
Lots of professional clothes inside the
closet hung with care on padded hangers.
Lots of jewelry remains on the sinks
edge. The wedding portrait is still propped up
behind the only door. This couple had
good times too because there are happy and
smiling pictures in the night stand drawer.
They must have had money problems too since
a whole houseful of furniture is in here.
Here, in a tiny hotel room, nothing
but a microwave to cook dinner for two.
Laurie Epps is a non-fiction author, essayist, editor, and poet living in Anderson, South Carolina. A seeker of beauty, her is dream is to travel the world one day and tell the many stories of those she meets. To read more of Laurie's stories visit her Tuesday column dedicated to writing at: