Category: Breakup Poems

What’s in your mind, my dove, my coney? —W. H. Auden I’ll never quote again “my dove, my coney,”...

It took the gashes she etched into my back months to heal. I feared they’d be pulpy and inflamed...

you made your path through the hedges into my heart cutting your name deeply in it and now you say...

  And as for when exactly it took place it had to be somewhere on that drive, because it was...

A woman I didn’t see anymore invited me to an art opening. She had drifted away after the man I...