Today I saw a book titled:

"Why We Broke Up"

After skimmy a few paragraphs

filled with nonsense and nonfeel

I put the book down and ran.

A door swung shut and I opened 

in a crowd full of strangers and bleak sunlight.

Panic filled me like a caged animal

and in my desparation I want to shout to the crowd

"They got it wrong!"

"That isn't why we broke up!"

We broke up because it was the answer to a prayer.

But I kept breathing and I kept feeling and I kept listening

And I still don't know just what to do about it.

Two months and I keep breaking

Under the weight of unanswered reasons.

I keep breathing out prayers

and I'm still not sure what I should ask for.