She Was Going To Miss Living On Her Own

And something from now... how am I feeling right now... well... I guess this kind of sums up one of the feelings that I'm feeling right now. My roomie and I are going separate ways next year. Life is too expensive here.

she packed her bags;
was going home. She was
going to miss it;
to be happy, yet sad:
miss life on her own,
living with her roommate.
on days that it hurt,
her time would be her
own, to find her again.

Down to Ashes

WOW... has it been forever or what?!?!

Here is a poem I wrote last semester and fixed up and kinda liked... although it is really sad also. It is a sonnet called:

Down to Ashes
In the center of the bare room, she stands
and stares across to the fire, burning
brightly at first, but slowly smoldering.
She holds crisply stiff paper in limp hands
as if it shouts to her in the cold silence.
Her starkly empty house gives mere echoes
of peaceful homes she'd dreamed of, but now closed
off completely to her longings. A fence
that has no gate, closed firmly to the world,
the unrestrained world to which he has gone,
leaving her to wake up to every dawn
to find only the letter, edges harshly curled
from the cold embers of her deadened life,
the most honored title stripped away, "Wife."

It has a lot of deeper meanings. You figure them out. An interesting way to spend some time. Take it seriously, though, eh? A dangerous place to land yourself in life, I'd think.