"A Letter to My Ex"

A Letter to My Ex – Who is Not John Novak

I, too, want to lift heavy things

like metal rings and army tanks,

vaults and gold out of banks

Ideas too, worries that I

cut out like news articles

tacked up on a billboard, somewhere far

Then I’ll lift off into the sky

like a fleeting moonbeam

momentarily suspended

in the magical air

Dispensing heavy boxes

to the people in need below

they will lift them, carry them away

Back up in the sky

this time, perched upon a cloud

I think of you – out loud

shout your name, its imprint

will lift off

like a lit rocket

I’ll find you back on earth, a letter in hand

that I tear to pieces with my words

its lines will live lonely forever, unread, dead

in a drawer I’ve never seen, and I will

never find again.

You – are not my friend

But you really are

We’ve traveled this life

On a path wide, far

Trampling our love

As we walked

Piling our packs with grief

With love

Extra years of gray strife

 

Once, I wanted to be your wife

We, together, wounded souls

glazed over with the dried paste

of a love as brittle as

The falling autumn leaves