honey browns behind aviators

i started packing up his things today
it’s been over two years
and until today i couldn’t bare to do it
to let go of these pieces of him
that lie scattered in my bedroom
but magazines and cds don’t remind me
of his love the way his eyes do
and so maybe i should get rid of his sunglasses
smash every damn pair
i still wonder why he hides
if i have no strength to hurt him