The weirdest part of divorced parents
when one is estranged
is seeing photos on Facebook posted by a friend of a friend
who you aren't sure how exactly you know them
with furniture you remember the exact location of
in another house
when Mom and Dad were still under the same roof
with their twin partners Tension and Stress
and later, when it was just Dad in the house your parents had shared
and you sat on the carpet, pulling it up.
The carpet felt weird under your skin:
sad and lonely
or maybe that was just the walls of the house
mourning like you were
for a relationship that was over before you were born
but lasted for ten years after.
Even after both parents left the city
their houses still felt wrong and weird
and neither felt like home.
It wasn't until you moved out when you left for school
that your living space felt whole again
and you felt guilty for not going home more often
but you couldn't subject yourself
to the broken walls of your old sanctuary
and the thick fog of tension wrapping around your lungs
as you laid back in the place you once called home.