I had finally written my heartbreak out of my existence;
Purged every sad line or note of loss out
through the tips of my fingers
Eventually, my words, hushed and stilled,
dissipated alongside all the ugliness he’d left me with.
And for a brief moment, there was quiet
and there was space for love,
and heart-shaped keychains.
But, Baby, the next tome is dedicated to you.
You gave me back my pen,
when you gave me back my heart.