I will missmy chest explodingyou coming home latenot turning on the lightalways waking me upI will missthe sudden burst of safetywhen you look at meor hold my handor say something like”let’s go home”I will missthe years I loston something or someone.The pieces didn’t fit, shaped wrongthe timing slightly off.I loved you like I always will.

I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.

There is a switch in the air tonight. It’s not suffocating, like breakups all those years ago, but clean and clear. He does not want me anymore so I tilt my head, take a breath and say, “Okay. I understand.”It’s calm now. My heart didn’t break, it kept on beating like a stoic marching forward without looking back, and I will be a writer now.I love so many people, still.I think I will write about them forever.

Get your heart real good broken and you’ll be a poet for the rest of you life.

I am not a broken heart,and I am not your fault.

What do you learn from loving someone?You learn to let go when it’s time.Did you let go yet? Did you love him a little more? Keep loving, keep letting go. Don’t stop.

You know you’ve moved on when you find other people beautiful. when you don’t avert your eyes but keep them steady or when you stay the night, the last one at the party, and you don’t feel sorry. or empty. or guilty because whatever, where are you going anyway?