This is the break-up poem from class. Now, it is nowhere need done and also, since I have never experienced a break up with a boyfriend, I decided to write about the break up of a friendship. Wow, I think that"s a record for how many times the word break up has been said in a sentence.
Break-Up Poem
Pulling into the spot next to the lightpole, that
still has the black smear on yellow paint
from where you backed up too far.
The store at the end shares your last
name. The memories sweep by
of trying on dresses,
taking pictures, and the
scavenger hunt in cosmetics.
The purple dinosaur,
that demands our silver coins,
still sits by, watching me.
How lonely and silent without
squeals coming from the
photo booth.
The workers inside your favorite store ask
why I'm alone.
The time of joking with the helpers
that know our names is
gone.
The drink machine, standing
like a bright red mountain,
softly mocks me.
It tells me to come
get my arm stuck inside again so
security can be called.
No longer can I see
the red stain
in front of the automatic doors
from you running into the glass while leaving
one weekend.
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