Painting

I am painting painting painting over everything that used to be here. I'm hiding all the dirt and the dents and I'm watching my home grow beautiful and unfamiliar. I'm leaving here. I'm going to begin a new life.

I want to stay here.

But I want change. I want to grow. I want my husband next to me while I sleep.

He will be home on Friday. That's only two days away. Then maybe painting over my old life won't be so lonely and sad.