a broken heart, a valentine
half-remembered details of another life

a checkered scarf, an apple tree,
the lavender bouquet on your gray-green vanity,
my fraying sanity
cross my heart and throw away the key.

a whipping post, a melody,
distracts me from subtracting from
what used to be
us minus you is me

a loyal friend, a home betrayed
fresh cemented feelings
show the holes you made
filled with vodka and lemonade,
but I can’t drink your judgment away

i can still hear you say,
“why does it always have to be
you and me against the world?”

a broken heart, a starting line,
half-forgotten details of another life