The Shape Love Leaves

This is the shape love leaves— Not what we had, not what we need. Just something quiet underneath, Still changing how I breathe. This is the shape love leaves— Not what we had, not what we need. Just something quiet underneath, Still changing how I breathe. The chipped blue cup Is just a cup. I wash it once, Then box it up. Some things can leave And still be true. That was love. And so were you.