This is not a love letter.

This is not a testament to how we were,

How we could be, and

How you should take me back.

This is a blank statement,

Read it with cool indifference.

Maybe let a fond smile play at your lips,

In remembrance

But nothing more.

I don't want your pity-

Keep it in that empty green jar by your door.

Keep those pithy comments for yourself

(you were never as witty

As you thought you were).

My lips too, will hold the vestiges of a smile

Blissfully ambivalent

Floating, like the picture of us I tore

And offered to the wind

Born tumbling away

This is letting go.