distill your ex-lovers
into a viscous liquid
that roils and turns gaseous
depending on the time of day
and tell yourself, “All will dissipate,”
only to find an unforeseen
radioactive isotope
Hazmat Suit
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RED GLADIOLA 
Oh dear, I hate when that happens… Great Poem.
Agree! Recovery time from a heartache always seems longer than necessary.
I’m so sorry.
Yeah, you don’t want to mess around on the atomic level.
=)