This is for the nights spent
Sitting in your kitchen
And how beautiful you said I looked
Lying naked in your bed.

I let the drops drip down my cheeks,
Soak my hair in salt,
Drown my pillow with waves,
Each tear a shattered crystal frame.

I try to lose your photograph,
Stick it between the pages of
Books I thought I never read.
But your picture keeps falling back into my lap.

I understand you need a little room
But don't shut me out and lock the door,
Hide in the corner of cold stone walls,
Leave me only a veiled window.

You give me ajar.
I fill it with my handwritten scraps,
Pack it in a sapphire box,
Tie it with a diamond bow.

You send back the package
In cardboard and brown paper,
Place my jar in a case on a shelf
Next to yours filled only with air.

You step back into the empty room,
Knock your jar with the palm of your hand,
Shards crash to the floor.
I don't know why you pushed it.