Not You

today I am focusing
on the scent of fresh broccoli
as the knife slices through
the tender heart of the stems

and not
the words you spoke
which severed my heart
from yours

the grey and sand of backsplash tile
the bright voice of water
as it soothes the florets
with a lullaby

and not you
not you at all

the clean and white of paper towel
tearing from the roll
crumpling in my hands

and not the promise of your heart
torn from my soul


the lukewarm of linoleum
against my cheek

and

hot tears

not you