This is not a love letter.
This is not a testament to how we were,
How we could be, and
How you should take me back.
This is a blank statement,
Read it with cool indifference.
Maybe let a fond smile play at your lips,
But nothing more.
I don't want your pity-
Keep it in that empty green jar by your door.
Keep those pithy comments for yourself
(you were never as witty
As you thought you were).
My lips too, will hold the vestiges of a smile
Floating, like the picture of us I tore
And offered to the wind
Born tumbling away
This is letting go.