Breakups Stories

There’s a girl who I frequently see on my street. Each morning for the past week or so, I watch from the living room window of my lower east side home as she passes by. It’s usually at the same time and she is always dressed neatly; a valid assumption that she must be walking to her place of employment. She is strikingly beautiful and often I think I should go down, accidentally bump into her. I could time it so that I am...

The day I said goodbye to the man I once thought I could not live without The silver Georgia sky was dense With murky pregnant clouds And the fresh scent of an emergent rain Infused the air all around We sat only inches apart on the wrap-around porch Of the house we’d chosen with forever in mind, A place where we’d found that love was not kind And that sadly forever was not in our design No words were exchanged, only anxi...

I wonder how many packages like this are sent through the mail everyday. Dozens? Thousands? Millions? Tiny envelopes or large boxes filled with the belongs of someone you used to know. T-shirts, photos, silverware, sex toys, baseball cards. All of the crap forgotten by "him" or "her". The person that now must remain nameless. These random items bouncing around in a cardboard box on it's way to Cleveland or San Francisco o...