We Rowed

Never the proud, protective lover; I was too fragile to break.
We rowed, so I clawed at your face like a rake,
slicing you to smooth and smother my ache.

Those plates you brought from Australia - bright aboriginal styles;
we rowed, so I splashed them into the kitchen tiles.
The amber shards were a chain of amber isles.

I found her letters, her smiles.Yes, the ones dripping with‘Je t’adore’.
We rowed, so I stamped you - her shadow, out the door;
discarded you. Your face, like a dropped oar.