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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
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