Writing Curves In Breakups

I lit her letter in a bin of regrets

after she trailed freeways away,

leaving me and this small town behind.

I swung a baseball bat against

her laptop.

The screen cracked

like my plastic heart

constructed out of stardust.

The shards settled as ashes

intermingling with the dense

air in a home where she

failed to pay the heat bill.

Each breath fogged my memories

of brighter times.

After I gathered my wits, I smiled

to another day without her.

She returned, asking what had happened to the laptop.

I explained why.

She said it was a lie.

She said the note had nothing to do with me.

She was out of ideas about what to write.

I blamed it on the insecure part of my heart.

“At least, I’ve got something to write about.” Hannah grinned.

“I was going to throw the thing away anyway.”

I blushed as her clothes hit the floor.

“Help me write a love scene,” she said, pulling me with her finger and a seductive glance.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040