Dozens

I write dozens of breakup notes each evening,

Trying to capture the coldness of my feelings.

I can’t wait to erase you from my slate

And clean your grey bones off my empty plate.

Yet, I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine.

We ignored the red lights as we crossed the line.

I write dozens of breakup notes each evening,

Getting sick of the shards stopping my slow breathing.

-Jackie