Throwing Eggs

I knew it was going to end.

Pick up a

fragile white orb,

hurl

it at the wall.

I told you I was afraid.

Crunch, squish.

I worried that

phone calls and skype dates would be too

few and far between, and

my heart would assume

you no longer cared.

Grasp another pale shell.

Lift, aim,

Release!

“Don’t even think that,”

you said. You promised

that you would always care,

that you would never change your mind.

Splat, slime.

White shatters and

yellow yolk runs down from

broken perfection.