I followed the prompt from Poetic Asides and wrote an unapologetic poem...I might still try an apology poem.
The little presents you gave
the magic eight ball,
the framed movie poster of
Pulp Fiction, all have found
their way to a pile of
The cd's I pretended to like -
the ones you made for me,
will never spin and spin in
the mini stereo on my book shelf
I've donated every shirt you've
given me to Goodwill.
I've purposely over-fed your fish.
I used your toothbrush to clean the
hair dye stains out of the tub.
I had your mail forwarded to a
random address I found in the phone book.