going full Hazel

i take down the crosses
the platitudes
of thankfulness. I
toss
the self help books,
i purge the cards, the letters,
the gifts.
the sweet nothings
which are exactly that.
i bag and burn
the lot.
i delete the emails,
the texts.
i erase and smudge
what was written in faux
love.
the vacuum comes out,
the broom.
the dust rag.
i go full Hazel on it all.
it's how i move on.
how i survive in this
world
of impermanence.
it's how i heal
from
this ephemeral beast
called love.