you can help me move that dresser out of your place
and into mine
the chest freezer can remain
just a while longer
weighted
with all the frozen meals
prepped months before
for our then
bright and splendid
future

This Tuesday maybe
I can swing by
toss a few more of my belongings
into some of my reusable 
grocery bags
and you can watch me
brows scrunched 
over your piercing blues
sadly? 
with confusion?
regretfully?
with relief?

This Tuesday maybe
we can make idle small talk
while I keep my eyes 
averted from yours
focusing only
on the task at hand
erasing my previous presence
from your home
one item at a time
I'll awkwardly joke
now you have your space again

and neither of us 
will find the heart
to laugh

This Tuesday maybe
we'll want to give
or receive
a reassuring hug
a tender kiss
promises 
that we can find a way
to make this work
anything
to make it hurt
somewhat less
but 
we won't. 
Not for the lack of 
genuine want.
No.

Because lies do not suit us
and what remains
of our love
would never
deign to
lie.