What do I do with all this leftover love? --Sierra DeMulder

Last week
I took your jade from
my neck

It's chain had gathered rust
(like us?)
It's thread is fraying at the edges
Soon it would've been lost
Already, it's become too heavy a weight
to bear

I wrapped it in satin shroud
for safekeeping

I am trying to let you go

I'm thinking of taking down your drawings
boxing them away
like the honesty we no longer have
between us
Maybe I'll keep them with the gifts you've
never opened
and "all this leftover love"

You
who are the master
who've made an art of it
Teach me how to let you go

Tell me the secret
to ignoring a severed limb
of saying: this is another day
closer to death and lived without you
a heartbeat's currency
spent on lesser things
Tell me how to be
content with that

Teach me about indifference
with estrangement clothed like
Death, instruct me how to
circumvent a lifetime supply
of grief, pretend you are as unreachable
as the loved ones devolving to dust
and MOVE ON!
strike the words "I miss you" from my
vocabulary

Strand me high on the mountaintop
Name it Severance
Name it Passed This
Name it an Obliette
Let my screams meld with the silence
until there's nothing left but silence
nothing left but silence
nothing left...

For the life of me
I'm trying
to live, to forget, to ignore the
roaring in my chest
to deny there's any empty
assigned to you
to love you less for breaking me
again
to love me less for allowing myself
to be broken

to let you go
to let you go