Break-up poem

I threw out the last two things you left at my place.
That Mary J. Blige t-shirt sat on a chair in my room
Gazing reproachfully so I could no longer look at her face.
You and I were never meant to be.

You were there to set me free.
Not to bind me.
Like a placeholder that separates the present from the past.
And is not meant to last.

I threw out that soft silky robe you used to hide your nakedness.
That's one goddamned moment I will miss.
When you sat on my porch smoking and I lay on my couch musing.
When we were together but separate it was bliss.

Yes the robe had to go too.
I threw out every trace of you.
But I don't feel blue.
I feel brand new.