The Breakup

Unceremonious the end arrived.

Without a nod to what we even shared.

Impersonal the words I read. Denied

Goodbye. Collect my things. No time to spare.

It seems I overestimated what

I mean to you. I lost me in pursuit

Of you. I knew it in my heart and gut.

And yet I stayed. Attempting to bear fruit

From trees in sands embellished as rich earth.

No scissors, rake, or hand prepared to reach

For rotten produce. Shock and pain unearthed

When what was stable now begins retreat.

It took a bruised and pitted skin for me

To see this harvest as my freedom seed.