i put all of my love for you
in a little blue box.
i tied it shut with a piece of rope.
over and over i made knots
until my fingertips bled.
i sent it away with the ocean current.
who knows where it is now.
i hope whoever finds it really needs it,
because i don't.
i scream our memories into a glass bottle.
i chunk it at a tree.
it explodes into a thousand tiny pieces.
the glass slices my hands open.
the sting takes away from
the pain in my heart.
there is a little frayed string
hanging off of my sweater.
i keep picking at it,
i can't stop myself.
soon enough
there will be nothing left of this sweater
just like there is nothing left of
you.