again

i saw you holding hands

high above your head

with her behind.

like a pair of lovers,

i thought,

you seemed like

a cute couple,

matching in every way

we never did.

again,

i thought,

so soon?

three days,

not even,

i'd barely caught

my breath.

had i fallen,

again,

so soon?

had i broken,

again,

so quickly?

did i take you

to replace the void,

only to have you

punch a larger one

in the same place?

all that i'd saved

and put away

to collect dust forever

as i'd planned

you took down and out.

fine.

what's the point

of keeping

things i'll never use?

i just wish

that you didn't

treat it like 

the garbage

it was.