After storming out,
I tore up the letters
and the photos, I deleted them.
Pressing each button with a harsh firmity
as if to reassure.
You smile in my head and dig your nails in.
That pained expression.
And my heart,
a kind of sharp harsh feeling
and when all the water is gone from it,
it will splinter off
to get stuck in the foot of some child
who was just beginning to enjoy herself.
And she will cry.