the christmas break up

you sadly
break up a month before
Christmas.
you grieve
over a gallon of rocky
road
ice cream, with oreos
crunched and crumbled
into the bowl.
but you are sort
of relieved too, despite
sobbing into
the giant bowl while
shooting another stream
of whipped cream
into the mix.
no shopping this year
for girl stuff.
no calendars with horses
running across
a field,
no baubles, or lingerie,
no books
or massage oils, no
robes that don't
fit, no bottles of bubble
bath that smell like
lemons,
or the ocean.
no emergency kit for
her car, or home,
no gift certificates
to happy nails, or stay fit,
no walking around
Victoria secrets
inspecting the merchandise
that she might
look good in.
okay. some things you
will miss.