It’s been over a week
Since you left
And when my friends ask
How I’ve been
I say
Like a splinter
Leaving my hand.

Though it’s gone
The soreness lingers on.

How quick
The damaged girl
Moves On
Without hesitation
Or consideration
For fear
Of being figured out
Leaving behind
A box full of
Broken new toys.

I look at the vacant spot
Where your car was parked
For forty five minutes
And wonder
When the lies overlapped
The truth.

You reluctantly left
The night we first kissed
Then two weeks later
You willingly disappeared
Answering my doubts
With silence.

I pick up the phone,
It’s not your name.
I answer the door,
It’s not your face.
I meet someone new,
It isn’t you.

If you were jewelry
You would be
A mood ring;
Pretty to look at
But hard to read.

I no longer have the luxury
To hold you tight
So I’ll slow dance with you
Late at night
When my head and heart
Fight
To preserve the good parts
You left behind.

Stop.
Go.
Red light.
Green light.
I love you.
I don’t know.