break up anxiety

every time i say good bye
I make haste to pick
my memories
of you
with you
the part of me
that was yours

and store them
in a cupboard
like colorful, inviting jars 
of pickled peaches 
grapes and strawberries 
mangoes and olives and chilies

its almost as if 
the pretty jars of me
are all that i am worried about
making memories and keeping them 
is all i care about

as long as I have them safe

labeled and in a row
i will have the strength
to not care 
how 
one by one
you let your jars

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