After the Break-up


You hold on to the toothbrush
For as long as possible, and the comb
She left behind with residual tresses
Seems precious – a collector’s item
Even memory’s space craft

And you realize the little things that she brought
To the front of the sink or the mirror
Every detail of her pajamas and how a dress
Perfectly falls around her
And you think why or why
Did I let ever let her go….

When dynasties crumble like that
And the heart seemingly finds
Enough courage to wake up each morn
And pour oneself some milk and corn flakes
And what you seem to miss
Is a finely-arranged fridge
And neatly assembled mittens
On the oven holder
And a life of instant food seems
As hopeless as the first day of an Arctic winter

And that is when you realize
That what she simmered and cooked
On the cooktop – was love !


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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