Please forgive what I say next,
but after you are gone
I will burn the memories of you at the stake
and choke on their smoke like the tobacco rings of your cigars.
I will not say a prayer to aid your passage into the beyond,
I will not keep your things boxed up in the
attic of my home, I will not allow you
to taint the life I create, you will not
burden my soul, not again.
I will not mourn when your coffin is planted
like bloodroot in a field, when you leave,
I will have lost nothing.