collect all the thoughts of you,
in a box –
place them by the door –
i don’t need them anymore…

gather the pieces of discontent,
tossed on the ground,
fragments of used-to-be need,
throw them all away –
there is no use for them today…

anguish –
sad so heavy it steals all light –
hurt darker than lonely midnight –
regret,
dreary as melancholy rain…

association made between closing door –
goodbye –
broken heart…

pain fills up the space between used-to-be
and now –
leaves no room for if-
no hope of could…

if tears made holes when hitting ground –
i’d fall forever and a day –
for i placed my all on every word you said –
and nothing now is what i have…

heart empty,
still as wave-less sea –
hands full of what should be!