Throw It All Away

i find an old ticket stub
beside
some pictures and
e mails printed out.
i see the pages of a journal.
greeting cards. a heart
of glass.
brutal reminders
of the past.
i rip them all up without
reading or
opening any of it.
why bother anymore.
they were never real,
or true.
every word she uttered
was attached to a lie.
it was all an evil ruse.
into the trash they go.
that was then, this is
now.
there are new photos
to take,
there is new love
to write about.
a new day has arrived
and not a
second too soon.