Table Scraps

Our final supper

we set the table in memories

and organized our emotions

on to our plates.

We served up 

our relationship 

in heaping scoops, 

then proceeded to dissect

every I love you.

Carefully, we diced

up the conversations.

I had always

liked to compartmentalize

my anguish from my happiness,

but I watched you swirl

every thought, emotion

and memory into one pile,

then scrapped it all into the trash.

I watched you get up from the table;

watched as your shadow stretched

across the room as one final curtain,

while you left me alone

with all my emotions;

nothing more than table scraps.

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