I iron out the creases…meticulously,
Iron out the memories.
Like particularly stubborn creases,
From the fabric of my life…

Each neatly folded garment,
Is another piece of the puzzle.
Put into place.
I’m almost done now.

Each job well done,
Is a reassurance
That the healing has begun.
I’m getting back on my feet.

My quiet, organized world,
Is recovering, rearranging itself.
I’m getting over you,
Meticulously…one crease at a time!