All the love I had in Store
You walk
without
saying
”goodbye”
I go to my calendar
and rip out the last month
I proceed:
chewing,
spitting,
straightening,
wadding,
throwing,
stomping,
straightening,
folding
And it’s a broken swan
a futile warning
to other time frames
and
ive tasted every day
marked “with her”
Next to the recycling bin
a box of calendars
says the same
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It takes a long time to get over…
“One day at a time” is overwhelming when you’ve had time that felt immeasurable!
Awesome poem.