And so it goes, Detective Leutenant

It feels good, to give it all back to you, you unknowing philantropist

I am tired of being shattered and busted

I am picking up the pieces

putting them in a paper bag

writing your name on it.

I will give it to when I see you next

I expect that will be next weekend

You are going to be at the farmer's market

and I will be boarding the el.

Don't worry about how cumbersome the bag will be

it is quite small and light,

It is filled with nothing but what is left of my affections for you

I am moving into a new bedroom in my house

and the walls are so clean

and the floors are newly waxed.

The space is far to beautiful to be cluttered

with things that no longer hold purpose.

So along with the torn jeans that no longer fit

and the empty tubes of mascara

I am getting rid of you.

Try not to think too much about it

Every girl needs to move on

and instead of me spattering all of the pieces of my heart

over every other man that comes behind you

I am giving the parts of my love that belong to you back

to do with what you want.

So please take this bag of jagged edged emotions

and the bent and broken dreams

put in a box on a shelf in the closet of your life

Let the cobwebs and dust gather on them

for the time for new love is now.

Reviews

[EMF]

Beautifully jaded and worn. The poetic craftsmanship blending perfectly with reality, neither imposing or washing over it, but each allowing the other space. A poem about moving on, but also so much more. The imagry real, with no gilt, and a story second to none.

[_mal]

You're very good at taking an idea and running with it. This is a great poem, feels hopeful and shows strength, taking charge. You don't waste words