I circle my apartment,
In a stupor,
Garbage bag in hand,
Trying to remove all evidence
Of our failed love;
A sock with sand in it
From that day at the beach,
An earring,
Your picture in an ornate frame,
A pair of underpants
That no longer smell like you.
A half used chap stick.
I throw out the extra toothbrush.
I keep your love letters.
I put them in a yellow envelope
Marked, “RADIO ACTIVE”.
I put it in the back of a deep drawer
For later,
Much later,
For who knows what the half-life of love is?
I change the sheets.
Next!!!
A contest entry
- surviving by xochocoholicxo.
779 points, ended July 31, 13 entries
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Comments
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lolz funny yet heart felt great job
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sad and funny
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HA! This was funny and reminiscent. Bravo and good luck, Jane
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This is seriously funny. I love it. An ode to that half-life, Love.
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I was struck by your keeping the loveletters! "Next!" sounds cynical but I found this quite funny.
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this poem felt so sad and so full of tattered memories until the last line, which adds a cynical slant to everything else. I don't know if I like it or not, haha.
it was a good poem though. best of luck to you in the contest you've entered.
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