Spring Cleaning
So this is how it ends:
straighten the bedsheets,
sweep up the floor--
they were never here.
Wash everything until it reeks
of detergent,
then rinse it once again
for good measure.
Bleach away the memories--
once,
twice,
three times
until all that's left is blankness.
Air out your lungs
before you choke on the dust--
heartbreak is never heroic
(don't forget to breathe)
So take in the pain with a grain of salt
and come summer,
the Sun
will smile at you
through the open windows.
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