I pack them all away,
things of our past, pictures, and mementos
our faces frozen in smiles from that day.

The stuffed animal you won,
for me at the fair.
I snort at the plaguing fact,
that our relationship started as a dare.

Dishes next:
Galsses, bowls, and plates
all our awkward silences and mistakes,
just add to the ache.

I pile them all up in turn
taking a moment more to remember
before I strike the match,
and watch them burn.

Now that is what I wish I could do to my memories and emotions for my 'he-who-must-not-be-named'. So, if you share my bitterness let me know! Reviews are loved, the people who write them even more so.