Break
By

    With the coffee cup
    strewn papers
    and end
    in mind
    I write.

    It’s the cup I picked at
    on our first date
    saved.

    They’re the papers that
    on that winter day
    served.

    It’s the end that
    is in death
    saved.

    We haven’t begun the end,
    just ended the beginning

    Did I say enough
    to get it all,
    clean glasses and
    wine masses?

    The girl I wanted
    was the girl I married
    but not the woman
    I ended up married to.

    Did I make it clear
    should you be near
    that I would have you
    away?

    There’s a cherry stain on
    your lips
    that I want
    to lick.

    And a closet here
    that we could fill
    with our bodies
    and our fights.

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