"I'll be stopping by tomorrow with something"

I ask if it will explode when she leaves.

"No not  a bomb, just a box"

I wait and worry regardless,

"I'll be there in ten"

I brace myself as the blue Toyota pulls up.

"I don't think we should talk for a while"

I struggle to respond as her tears begin.

I am helpless to stop them.




She walks off and the car drives away.

I open the box and it explodes,

In it is every gift and every card I'd given her.

"How can you be hurt? You broke up with me."

Maybe she was right,

Maybe I didn't know the pain she felt before



But now? Now I know.

"I couldn't bear to see these around my room"

How the hell am I to live with them?

A necklace I had crafted,

Her favorite candy,

All gifts to her, now punishment to me.



But the bomb,

The true explosion,

Hits me with a blast I dare atoms to match.

An insignificant little plush toy.

A beautiful little Orca,

Soft as her caress once was,

Silky as her hair in my fingers,

Murderously painful like a knife in the gut.

The little card dangled innocently,

"Happy Anniversary Honey! XOXO"

It would have been today.