Unfixed

He calls on various lines and leaves no message
Again, given a clear indication
     I choose to interpret his actions, words
     As something other than a rejection
     Self-protection, denial – I catch myself in the act
     Force myself to write the words to end the dance
No contact. 60 days. First rule of thumb for a breakup.

Standing at the kitchen sink (yes, it remains unfixed)
I cry. A little.
What a year I have had.
My heart broken on a variety of levels
     A variety of times.

There are days we get up and wish we could go to bed again,
     Straight away.
     This is what he has done for me.