This poem has recently been published in the Bad Language anthology, the theme was "bad language", hence the foul language in the poem.
After I hate you
After ‘I hate you’, ‘Damn you’ and ‘Get the fuck out of my house’
there is a silence.
A profound, mature, heavy silence,
more sustained than the silences which
separated their routine arguments.
His tooth brush
his shaving cream
his mule slippers lay untouched.
She turns their family photos face down
their smiling faces too judging.
Everything is divided:
Things he may come back for,
things safe to get rid of,
things that are hers.
Mutual dreams that have expired,
dreams that survive him,
dreams that are hers.
Mind calculating the loss.
Heart filing memories to be kept
and those to be discarded.
Body lies cold and disconnected.