This sounds like a closely observed personal piece, so I won't dwell on the content too much, I have a very dear friend, who I think could empathize with this. You've captured very skillfully I feel the sense of stasis and re-living, reminiscing, and attempting to make sense of a very acute situation.
Particularly touching:
"A life of old while the new stays broken"

No particular criticism - I think you are on the right track..

Good luck ;)

Chris.

In an old car leave all the paper
car may rust faster
later
some guy will junk it
he will
but if she buys or comes along
all paper she will till
and herself try to kill
why did she not let you
lend her loving will
don't kill
she will come along still
and as the guy above says
some wear the worst colour black
some mares beautiful only are darkest black
don't scatter
doesn't matter
the paper is garbage as it is for you
some publisher some day will BLESS U
and in your memory
summon his crew
and
make a verses stew

then go to McDonald
in praise of you

I'm also in the midst of moving and you have captured the "weeding out" which accompanies it. What to keep? What to discard? I really like the second stanza.........stan

sometimes you write like a brilliant ingenue,
at others like a well educated, informed and seasoned poet.
Who the fuck are you?