missing my poetry companion

it's been weeks, empty boxes packed with a home's belongings,
the heart is silently empty.
how else when he places his next to another woman
justifying it with equations with symbols on one side only
of the equal sign, his side, the parameter space
is stacked against her so I get on her side of the
balance beam as you would with a small child
who is playing with a big brother who tends to be a bully.
I have seen this before, this warping of reality
where empty boxes fill with once-loved toys and
children's clothing that is too small but holds something
in someone's heart, don't break it now this way,
let's write about it and hope it passes with
the turning of a page.