I stand here alone; do you not recognize me?

I want you to recognize me; why else would I stand here alone?

Most of the morning I sat at the coffee shop—

The one where you spilled ice cream on my nose,

Said it was an accident, insisted upon it,

Even when I spilled some on your nose in return.

I had a Mocha Supreme with me—

Your favorite drink, even better than water.

I sat stewing and crying, something I haven't done since eight.

Why, I asked. Why did we run in opposite directions like magnets? Are we too much alike to like each other any more?

It wasn't the cussing-each-other-out part. We could handle that. It wasn't the throwing-precious-gifts-from-each-other-on-the-ground part. We could handle that. It wasn't the part where we brought livid family members into the argument. We could handle that; even if said family members couldn't.

It must have been the last kiss—

The one which you started as a way to say goodbye,

Which became an 'Idon'twanttoleavebutIhaveto' kiss,

Which then deepened into an 'I'llneverloveagainGOODBYE' kiss.

Which then ended, us running in opposite directions, you with your Mocha Supreme and suitcase in tow.

That—this—morning's Mocha Supreme reminds me of you, even though now all connections are cut and I am all alone in this big big large terrifying world.

I've been on my own in this big big large terrifying world for two decades and have been perfectly fine with it, but now I've lost my world and like the Doctor without his TARDIS, can't continue with life elsewhere without you.

Mary gave me your new address, still Facebook friends with her, I see. I am not going to send you an email, because that would be plain weird, but here's my Mocha Supreme-stained handwritten letter delivered to your doorstep. If you need another one to help you cope, tell Mary to tell me; because I'll make piles of them for you.

Have to tell you, horrible at poetry though.

With all my heartbroken /3

(that's a heart broken

in half btw),

From your one and only ex,

This letter on this date to you.

PS. Can you include a picture of yourself with your response so I can hang it up on my bedroom wall?