Picking up the pieces

You raise your head
then turn around

(the noise of shattering dishes
rings in your ears)

you stare at him, his hands
falling down
letting go of a plate

(someone has to clean up before
anyone breaks anything)

”You are an asshole,” he tells and
he turns around to leave you with the mess
that has nothing to do with you
(you keep telling yourself)

(But you are the reason for it all)

you let him leave even though
it's not the end for this discussion

(the topic is discussed often afterwards and
always you're left to pick up the pieces)