I suppose
(If one were truly determined to put a name to it)
This would be called
Avoidance.

I can honestly state
That I was yours; heart, soul, and mind.
To be free of you
Was the sweetest agony.

I have received myself again
Without the accompanying return address
And I've no desire to give myself
In person, to you, once more.

There is something to be said
For the most unwanted brand of freedom
Breathing was never such a chore
With your name on my lips as a prayer.

That we have not seen each other
For months is no coincidence, no accident.
But with the box of myself, originally given to you
I feel no rush to drown in you again.

Come August,
I will stamp this box and send it back to you
And asphyxiate in wants and needs I can't comprehend
No return address required.