Treskilling Yellow

I can feel it breaking off, falling down
one splinter at a time.
Like snow flakes drowning
in a geyser my heart evaporates
and forever life and I part ways.
I’m holding my antique cigar boxes,
containing photographs or letters
not anymore, trapped
like the empty life of a coin
edged on paper
but never changed hands.
A love as unique as that Swedish stamp,
the same old story of once upon
but not of happily ever after,
a cautionary tale so much more
than a family album shown to
our child ever unborn.
It’s a new morning
and I love you
no more nor ever again.

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