The World Without Me (Prompt: What Would The World be Like Without You)

The world without me

is a less painful place,

with fewer sharp words spoken

and it is certainly

less cluttered with

my literary children,

orphaned and unclaimed

in faded boxes in the closet.

It moves smoother

without my insistence

at gumming up the works

with my nagging questions

that seem argumentative.

There are fewer

home baked cookies

but more pieces of pizza

for everyone else.

There are fewer ideas

that could only come from

my mix of history,

heartache and

dreams,

and the most beautiful woman

in the world

spends her life

with someone

who probably looks like a

better match

for her,

but isn’t.