The Funny But Sad Truth About Break-Ups
A poem on heartbreak.
I threw away
the dried red roses he gave me.
I held onto them
and wondered if I was getting in my own way
by holding on
to the dried up remnants of our past.
She screamed in the background —
“If that was me, I’d just burn them”
Something about the grieving process
that even in letting go
there is still so much space
to laugh at our past.
